While its still early, I am feeling not much better today. A friend posted on FB last night that according to "those in the know". January 6th is the most depressing day of the year.
Yesterday was very depressing for me. Add to it the cold cold frozen tundra and having not left my own house in 3 days.
I know all about SAD and I know I suffer from it. However, its worse for me right now, dealing with this impending move. I want to clarify. I am not moving to some new magical land where I will meet lots of new people and live in a new exciting town. No, I am moving less than 2 miles up the road from where I am now, and its up a holler, up on a hill, or as I call it, "in the boonies". On days like today, snowy cold days, the roads are more dangerous to have to travel on.
I will feel more depressed than normal as I will feel stuck.
Honey is going to go cut some trees down around the area in the hopes that maybe I will get some more sunlight, because right now its dark and bleak. Very bleak.
So people will say make the best of it, well honestly I cannot see any good in it at all.
Then of course there is dealing with the puppy training, right now, I just dont care, I put her in the crate but I got her out and turned her loose, let her poop everywhere I really dont even care.
I am up 16 pounds from this day 1 year ago. And that is depressing for me, I am sick to death of cold and wind and snow and rain and ice.
I havent seen sun or felt warmth in so long and I cant even get in my car and drive to the tanning bed because my car doors are frozen. And besides the tanning bed is closed due to the below zero temps, schools are closed and most people are just staying inside, happy to still have electricity and my neighbor has a dog who absolutely refuses to go inside his dog house, he put straw down and he put the dog inside the house and stood over him and as soon as the man left, the dog was right back outside and he isnt a mean bad man, he cares for his dog, but he has no where to put him inside and I looked over there early this morning and that dog was laying outside on the ground next to a perfectly good big roomy doghouse with straw and I dont know what my neighbor is going to do.
Add to all of this that tomorrow is the 1 year anniversary of the date I broke my foot.
So, here I am a year later, 16 pounds heavier, no chance to go walking anytime soon.
Maybe people much stronger and much younger and healthier than myself can bundle up and go out in this, but I cannot and will not.
And that is so far my depressing, sad, cold, poop filled day.
But really, I am feeling a little better. LOL.