Some days, even when you have a lunch with a good friend, or make faces with your nephew on skype, or actually chat with one of your best friends because you’re once again in close enough time zones, you still just want to curl up in a fleecy blanket and eat chocolate.

Today is one of those days. It is January. The darkest month of the year.

I know why the birds fly south.

Yesterday, I saw swans in the harbour. We are slowly marching toward spring. Some days, though, it is still the dark of winter.