Winter is hard on me. Seasonal Affective Disorder is the term they use. I thought I had it under control. The depression. The darkness. The dead feeling. But it has rained for 4 straight days. And we are looking at a few days more. I have a special light that my husband digs out in the fall. I try to use it. In fact, it’s on right now. But it isn’t helping much. I still feel like crawling into a corner and sleeping for the next 4 months. Is there a point to this? Probably not. Just rambling. I’m sure I’ll feel better when the sun comes back out.