I interrupt my "favorite things" posts to write about one of my least favorite things, something I've dubbed the slog. I won't say that it only happens at this time of year, nor that it always happens now, but for the most part the weeks between the change to Standard Time and the solstice are something one must slog through. It's not that there aren't little joys - there are. The early darkness means Christmas lights and more chances to see the stars, and Hijo is very excited about Christmas, but for me the slog is just something to wade through carefully, something to survive.
Oddly enough, writing about the slog helps one get through it. The slog is easily slayed by words. Or at least cowed. I also think that the slog is no match for the biggest brightest full moon of the year, which will visit us on Friday. The moon will be at its perigee, which has to be one of the silliest words ever. You could also say that eating Cutie clementines is a very nice way to avoid the slog.
If all else fails, bring out the big guns.
(Long ago and far away, but still does the trick.)