When the Year is Dying

It is a typical gray November day. The air is bitter and heavy with woodsmoke, the ground having just melted away the last of the heavy frost, and sweaters are now the normal every day wardrobe.

In the past few weeks, I have found myself with holiday burnout before the holidays have even truly begun. In a rush of activity, life has gotten hectic and seemingly all that could go wrong did. Our car was at the shop, our refrigerator is freezing everything solid, and I have felt that similar desi...