I think I’ve come down with a case of the Winter Blues and looking at the calendar, it may be a little early.  My head tells me I should be happy about the moisture the good Lord is providing by all this snow, and I should be happy that we had a relatively warm Fall season, but my emotions and the cold wind tell me my head is stupid.

At this time of year I go crazy with the short days and long nights and count the days, not untill Christmas, but until December 21st which to me is hump day.  The shortest day and longest night of the year.  After the 21st, the days get longer and I can tell myself that we’re on the upside.  But it doesn’t feel that way each morning as my alarm goes off, and it is pitch black outside, with the wind and snow beating against my bedroom window.  It feels like I should bury my head under the covers for an even longer winter’s nap.  It just isn’t right getting up in the morning, if the sun hasn’t also risen.

As I write this post the snow is falling yet again and the forcast looks bleak.  More wind, more cold, more snow.  I know it’s too early for the Winter Blues, but I need a fix of sunshine and light.  I want to be naked on a tropical beach somewhere, with Pablo the cabana boy bringing me lemonaid and shrimp cocktails.   I know I should be grateful that I have a comfortable home to keep me warm and a 4 wheel drive vehicle with bun-warming seats.  But knowing that still doesn’t cure the Winter Blues.

Am I alone in my doldrums?  Is there a cure?