‘Weary’, is a word I’m using far too often these days. It has crept way down deep in my bones.
Like Bilbo I feel as though I’ve been spread too thin for far too long.
This year’s been a bit taxing, folks.
Nothing that lots, and lots and lots, of rest won’t heal, I’m sure.
May you score lots of loot in ten days time. (if you’re into that celebration)
May the Birth of the New Year in five days time, bring you the double blessing of the release of the old and the renewal of all the good things that warm your heart. (if you’re into that celebration too)
On that note, I bid you adieu for the remainder of this year, and leave you with a piece of music, the second half of which never fails to send me into a most peaceful sleep, wherein perchance I dream …