This is most funny. Just going through my blog posts that are hiding in draft and found this posting made exactly a year ago which I failed to post and it is relevant to right now too. Funny that in a way…. And a little sad.
Every year Yule approaches me as if a rampaging bull. And each year I fail to engage. This year is no different I think, a combination of being in denial of a cold, work, family and failing in many ways to focus on the next book.
Yule is my least favourite festival never really found a use for it, perhaps its because its the furthest from the summer you can get?