...and not the lazy or crazy sorts, like in the song (because that's all about summer, remember?), but more monotonous - or at least monochromatic - than in a long time. I'm talking about my local outside environment here, because there's no doubt, November has set in. Like I wasn't sleepy enough from before.
Because of the little wonderful bully in my belly, I am working a little bit less at the moment (it's interesting to feel like an 85-year-old when I walk), so more time is spent at home, where I am supposed to be on the sofa with my feet up, but tend to spend the time working, cooking, cleaning, generally being the uppermost conscientious housewife that I am.
Woosh, that was a long sentence! 
Yoga, knitting and reflecting upon the coming birth will be in focus, I just have to do this-this-and-this first...
I'll start with looking at the trees a bit more, and sit in the field with the animals a bit longer every day. Oh, we had four beautiful deer grazing in the field today! That was a good time-out. Yawn.