I woke up this morning really not wanting to work. It was cold, and grey, and dark. I puttered around for a bit, making tea, cleaning off the dishes Kev made after I went to sleep last night. (It's always something of an adventure coming into the kitchen in the morning -- "What can these crumbs be? Aha, I deduce that he made an entire apple pie and ate it in the night!") The tv was calling me. But I lit candles -- three tapers, four pillars, and half a dozen tea lights -- all the candles in the room. (If this seems like an excessive number of candles for one room, please note that it's a large combined living/dining/kitchen area. If it still seems excessive, well, pfui to you.) I put on my headphones and cranked up iTunes. And then I wrote Cheryl's article, which has been hanging over my head for days -- wrote it in about fifteen minutes, in fact. And I feel better. The sky is lightening, but I think I'll just keep the candles going for a while. They're awfully pretty.
Do any of you use candle therapy? Is it just me?