up and coming, coming up

This is the time for plan making. Because what could be better than actually doing projects? Why, planning said projects. A stall tactic you say? No shit.

Winter settles in. This means a plethora of things- namely that my room will soon become finger numbing cold, and my bed will quickly become the only skin-safe spot (remember that playground game 'lava monster'? Well, it going to go much like that. Wear four layers of clothes and hopscotch across islands of furniture until you are burrowed completely below as many covers as you can acquire) Ideas of hibernation, songs about snow and solitude, hot spiced beverages, and slow dancing will all evolve into concrete yearnings or happenings, and morning and night will seem closer- creating the semblance of a touchable sky.
The hardest thing about my favorite time of year is that it is the time of year that, aside from dressing up the cats in reindeer ears and having moominpappa story time with the friends, I have the least amount of energy to get.things.done.
Not this year though. Goddamn, not this year.

To do then. Done. (till the wheels roll off)...