I know many people are appalled and disturbed by cutesy photos of animals. I happen to be a sucker for them.

I found this photo on a delightful blog that will undoubtedly start depressing me because I will be reading all about the wonderful crafty things this person is doing. Meanwhile, rather than doing something productive or creative myself, I continue to sit on my hands and do the thousand mile stare out the window surveying the grey landscape of cold nothingness, dreaming of pasta and summer and overdosing on the rays from my light box.

It is grey out, the temperature has dropped and the days continue to get shorter so that it feels like there is a two hour window of daylight marked only by varying degrees of greyness. I am disoriented by my alarm clock in the morning because it is too dark to believe that it isn’t the dead of night. By 5 pm I am ready for a bubble bath and sleep because it feels like the day is over.

The kittens in swaddling are helping me. They look warm and toasty, they have little smiles on their faces, they are doing okay. If I picture myself nestled between them things feel just a little brighter.

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