Sog and bog, muck and yuck – it’s a normal Western Washington winter. And unfortunately for so many of us, Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) is a real thing that rears it’s nasty head every winter, right about now. The joyful holiday season is behind us, we were blessed with a magical white Christmas, now all that’s left is to hold on till spring. It’s a good thing we’ve had enough experience with these winters of ours. At least nothing comes as a surprise. Of course it’s dark out – it’s 3:30 in the afternoon, after all. And of course the streets have become lakes. The storm drains are clogged because most of us don’t bother to keep them clear of the massive fall of leaves! It’s just too wet and miserable to be outside doing our civic duties.
“It must be a great time of year to be a writer,” my friends say. And it would be if I could just stay awake! I bought an Ott lamp and it seams to be helping. The bulb emulates natural sunlight and fools the brain into thinking it’s a nice sunny day, and as long as I don’t look out a window, it works pretty well. It also helps to use ear plugs so I don’t hear the constant pounding of rain on the roof and the snapping of branches breaking from trees in the forty mile an hour gusts we’ve been having.
I know it would help to exercise more. But then I’d have to get out from under the Ott lamp, garb up in rain gear, swim to the car, and drive through the lakes to get to a gym. I think the best thing to do is sleep on it. Maybe tomorrow will bring a whole new way of looking at winter. In the mean time…zzzzzz…