It’s not exactly Indian summer around here. It’s been warm and sunny in the daytime, but with a biting wind showing up in the middle of the afternoon. It puts a little urgency on enjoying the best part of the day, because it doesn’t last very long (especially when you sleep as late as I do on the weekend).

This is what I needed, though, despite the wind. As hard as I’m working to put on a happy face, the uphill battle gets a little steeper if the sky is gray and the air is damp and heavy. We get enough days like that this time of year. That’s what makes a day like this one such a gift.

For the short time I was out on my errands today, it did feel like May, which is a far cry from November. A May day in November is like a dose of natural antidepressant, if you know what I mean.

That wind is something I could do without. It carries with it all kinds of menacing promises. I did, in fact, lose power for a while this morning, and there’s always the chance that the lights will go out at a less convenient time (such as when it’s dark out). It makes me a little edgy, and it also made me crank up the humidifier a notch.

Saturday isn’t ordinarily a day I expect to accomplish anything. While sleeping late and reading in the sun might seem wasteful to more driven contributors to society, to me it’s a way to keep the hounds off my heels. It’s also a sort of a reward for surviving a difficult week. Another difficult week.