Death by Poinsettia

Mood has ranged from all-encompassing stress/borderline panic to contentedness. Perhaps it's all the coffee. Perhaps it's the emotional see-saw symptomatic of end-of-year/semester issues.

Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming...

Steadying myself with research and poetry. Miss Hawaii. And sunshine. And devil-may-care attitude. December is always difficult. The "holiday cheer" is so chokingly threatening and invasive sometimes.

*Unrelated note: poinsettias are not, in fact, poisonous. Still would not recommend eating said plant. Rather tragic suicide method, especially in light of futility of ingesting giant (and presumably untasty) red leaves.

Will be grateful for January, despite its bleakness and lack of color. Experiencing alarming ostrich-with-its-head-in-the-sand desires.