December on the west coast is the very definition of grey. It's wet, and it's dark. As I write, I'm listening to rain on the roof. Again. We're on our third atmospheric river in less than two weeks. The ground is WET. Like, next-level, sponge-soaked-with-water wet. It's full-body Gore Tex raingear wet, and even still, I managed to come home from tonight's dog walk with wet socks. We're still making our way towards the darkest day, but I've settled into acceptance that the mos