Complaint: Clouding my Judgment

Well, it's mid to late November, and I haven’t seen this much cloud cover since my heyday at Syracuse University, which exists in perhaps the most depressing city anywhere in the northeast, if not the right half of the country. I don’t know much about depressing cities in the southwest, but if you want to venture to the armpit of the universe, Syracuse is your place.

The school was great. The people were great. I made some friends and studied theatre, which is what I always wanted to do.

It was just hard to get up in the morning.

Because it was grey.

Is it grey or gray? Which goes with which country? I’m too sluggish to look it up. I blame the cloud cover.

Today, here in the far more festive mid-Atlantic region, it’s beginning to look a lot like Syracuse.

Uh-oh.

Seasonal depression is no laughing matter. I don’t curse the darkness, I light a candle. Really. I have special lights and everything. (And don't get scammed into buying special full spectrum boxes; according to the NIMH, you just need 10,000 lux/lumens close to you, coming down at an angle, for half an hour a day, preferably in the morning.)

But still, it’s a major downer to have cloud cover 90% of the day. I think my whole family is suffering from a form of SAD. After all, my kids were born and raised in SoCal where the sun never takes a holiday. (But the air quality will kill you!)

So ugh, bleah, urgh. So very dark here. Somehow complaining about it isn’t really helping all that much.

Funny, that.