It was hubris that started it. I have been spending entirely too much time congratulating myself on how well I handled this past winter. It is always hard for me to function normally when it is cold and dark. Looking back over the last few years, I can see it in my blog posts and journal entries. I get cranky, I get depressed, I get lazy.
In short, I should just accept my limitations and hibernate during the winter months.
But this year was different, or so I thought. I was (kind of) keeping up on the housework. I had been exercising and trying to eat right. I was keeping up with blogging, and even managing to blog about things other than my miserable attitude. I started to believe that I might be getting better. I might be getting strong enough to handle the seasonal darkness. I got proud.
Then we got hit with The Endless Winter.
I am starting to believe that we must be entering another ice age, and that the warm weather will never come back. The memory of spring has been lost in the white-wash of snow that JUST. KEEPS. COMING.
Yup, I have several inches of snow in my yard again, and I am turning into one unhappy woman.
So I am gonna concentrate on taking my meds and breathing. Cuz I am about ready to blow a gasket, here....