I'm going to go ahead and self-diagnose myself with Seasonal Affective Disorder (I'm pretty sure that for most people this stems from basic depression about life in general made worse by the fact that everything's grey for 9 months). For me, life is pretty good. It's great actually, and I still get a little morose. I blame clouds, rain, general dampness, and not being able to wear my favorite shoes.
This morning, I popped out of bed, put on a shirt with beaded bling on the sleeves (a la Michael Jackson), and practically bounced my way to work. Mention was made that I seemed more 'up' than usual, and the only cause I can think of is that the sun was shining.
Now that the sun has once again been devoured by ominous looking rainclouds, I'm picturing myself on a couch reading Water for Elephants, my pup curled up next to me, napping. Add candlelight and a glass of wine, and I guess life ain't so bad after all.
Of course, it's not a summer sail on a beautiful breezy ocean...
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