Bad Days

I am really beginning to detest November and December. Nothing is ever good enough for either, juggling becomes the fashion and the drums in the background staccato out anger. November & December are the months out of the year that we are driven to unpack our luggage and deal with our moth-eaten garb from the past. Will we learn that the clothes don't fit anymore? Or do we try them on for size, refeeling anxieties of yore? Guess what human nature dictates?