Weather to do chores inside

It's a very dark beginning of the year inside our house. The weather is cloudy and there is some rain, but mainly it's dark. My husband and I were both ill at the same time and with a large family this is a heavy weight for all. All went well thanks to a lovely colleague of my husband who came to the rescue. Without her it would have been -well different-. Do you have such wonderful persons around you? I feel I haven't yet found a way to do something back. I'm not going to forget about this. Now everything is back to normal, well, almost. I've more energy and I'm finally busy to tackle the boys room that looked very horrible after they have been doing the dishes and coocking meals for us. So I went in, took a deep breath and started to clean. What a difference and it took much less time than I would have anticipated.
I'm feeling a little insecure though.

The raven

A poem at request for Pipske. I know you for a few years now. It's about darkness. I wanted to put the whole poem, Pipske, but the posts have a maximum signs.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" -
Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more."

Dear Pipske, in darkness a little light shines brighter.