Screw what the calendar says. Whomever was responsible for assigning dates to days obviously has never been to Chicago where, as the saying goes, if you don't like the weather....wait a minute. It went from relatively nice on Saturday to ridiculously bitter, stay inside all day, two sweaters on the dog plus boots, cold.
Here's my proposal...any day in which the high temperature doesn't clear 10 degrees should be an automatic day off. And I'm not being selfish; this has nothing to do with my depression issues, winter hating self. Well, maybe something...but I'm proposing this for the good of all humanity. Seriously. Who wants to have to deal with driving and dressing and thinking in weather that can keep meat fresh? I thought so. Our Cro-Magnon relatives had it right: when the cold sets in, it's time to grab those woolly mammoth throws, huddle around a big old bonfire and stay put.
Seriously though...I am convinced there is some visceral link between depression, winter and cold. I haven't found it yet...and honestly I'm not going to go looking right now as I have some vigorous sleeping to do, but I know it's out there. Something more complex than simple SAD....some neurochemical reaction that happens when the wind chill kicks in.
Mandatory day off. Think about it.
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I, too, am convinced there is a connection between cold weather and depression.
I left NJ 18 years ago to move to sunny Florida. Today is mighty sunny, but 60 degrees. I know, warm for you northerners. But my depression is always worse when the temperature gets below 70. The move helped, the light box didn't.
Last week was in the low 80's. Now we are using the heat again and I am back in my depression.
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