Reliving Summer

There's something about the winters that makes me procrastinate work without guilt, and it gets progressively worse when the day light savings end. The sun sets at five and by seven I am tucked inside a quilt watching my favourite mind-numbing shows and podcasts that bring less joy than they used to. Occasionally, I step out of the house, stroll around the neighbourhood, get coffee or tea and stare at skinny pets dressed in furry clothes.

The best thing to do then is to find a cozy cafe, where the espresso machine isn't louder than the white-noise in my ears and where the baristas are friendly. The ones that don't ask, "Can I get you something else?" every fifteen minutes. No miss, there are only so many bagels I can eat at once!