First of all, probably all you people who have the good sense to reside within 30 degrees north latitude and 30 degrees south latitude can go finish the dishes, take out the trash, walk the dog, read a book, go for a bike ride or engage in whatever indoor or outdoor activity makes you happy. The rest of you all y’all, read on. (Boomeresquers from south of the Mason Dixon line in the United States, assure me that “all y’all” is the plural of y’all.)
Every year, I try to convince myself that my Seasonal Affective Disorder (which cleverly has the acronym of SAD) is all in my head — that just because in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania tomorrow the sun will rise at 7:12 A.M. and set at 5:14 P.M., (nicely coinciding with most people’s commuting and work schedule), and just because there is a winter weather advisory posted by the United States Weather Service, does not mean I have to be sullen, irritable, sleepy and frankly, so unpleasant that I don’t even want to be around myself.
No, dammit, I have the following options:
- I could go on the internet and try to find a way outta here by looking for last minute travel deals to warm places;
- I could sit for hours in front of a “Happy Light” a/k/a “sunshine simulator” and hope that I don’t get malignant melanoma.
- I could show up on my son’s doorstep in Miami Beach, Florida. “Surprise!” Hmm, maybe not so good for familial harmony.
- I could go to visit my friend in Helsinki, Finland who actually deserves to have SAD. There is a reason Finns drink the most coffee per capita than any other country in the world.
- I could convince Mr. Excitement that it is imperative that he fly to Honolulu to confer with his collaborator at the University of Hawaii Cancer Center — in February. I am, of course, thinking about all the poor people with cancer — and by the way, he’ll be happier with a trailing spouse (moi) and while we’re there, we might as well go on a cruise and that will provide grist for my travel blog, so it’s a win-win.
- I could go to my doctor and beg for anti-depressants.