The blahs are right on schedule
SAD: Every year around Jan. 15 I start feeling a mite puny. Welcome to my annual bout of Seasonal Affective Disorder. I'm not depressed, rather I feel like I'm walking around in peanut butter.
Out here where the Chamber of Commerce says we get 300 annual days of sunshine, we have nothing to fuss about. We can get outside, perambulate, even ski if we're of a mind. But like my friend Heidi says, it's not the light, it's the "quality" of the light. The angle the sun slants through the window. The hours of sunshine. The dirty beige city. Pity the poor folks in Alaska, I always say. And you East Coasters shivvering in the Arctic chill. Brrrrrr!
Yesterday, to dispell my blahs I ran the Knitting Bloggers web ring. (You know the drill, work a little, surf a little.) Did you know there are 306 sites? What impressed me as I skipped from blog to blog was the amazing creativity displayed by all these people. Not just the knitting, but the blogging. And the humor. This tickled me: One Japanese blogger's tagline read: No knit. No life. Love that! Another's site is called "Flanthrower." (Thought that was hilarious, 'course I came of age with Animal House.) Here's a non-knitting blog I loved, f*ckcorporategroceries.net. This barely scratches the surface.
Anyway, I know what I'll do today when the blahs set in!
3:14:43 PM 
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