Not Dark Yet

Around this time last year, I whined like a big crybaby about the way winter’s early darkness altered my mood. A reader pointed out that the psych community has a name for the ominous sense of gloom I described- Seasonal Affective Disorder. Maybe it’s just knowing that while I may be a weirdo, I’m not a freakish weirdo. Whatever the reason, I’m not at all "S.A.D." this winter.