January, the Sunday of months.

January is the Sunday of months, it is in between. The remnants of the old year still linger, warding off the promises of things to come in the new year.

A sense of ennui has kept me from being interested in doing much of anything other than the strict necessities: sleep, work, eat and browse the internet. That last one is vital, it helps the passing of time when that is all you seem to have the energy for.

Now as January is drawing to a close,  so it seems is the feeling of ennui that has encompassed the month. I am once again filled with wanderlust and thirst for new adventures big and small.

So, here is to all the adventures of 2017. Small, big, planned, and perhaps the best kind, the spontaneous ones.