|Winter View Outside My Door|
The days are getting shorter (a LOT shorter) and the temps are plunging. Winter is coming. Isn't that depressing? Of course, if you live in Australia, you're just coming into summer. (Lucky bums.)
I think I may be suffering from SAD -- Seasonal Affective Disorder. The idea of winter is really depressing the hell out of me.
Mr. L and I have talked about heading South for a month or two in the winter. To sunny skies and warm temps. I never understood why people became snowbirds ... until I stepped off a cruise ship at the end of January onto dry land in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. Then it hit me. Wow--this is nice. I'm not wearing a parka. I don't even need a sweater. It felt like a balmy day in June.
That was five years ago. The next year, we took another cruise. Then for various reasons (like my mother dying of cancer) we haven't gone on vacation in the winter--or any other season. We aren't going anywhere this winter, either. We've tried to rent condos in various cities but get the same answer: They'll rent to people with dogs, but NOT cats.
So, I'm not going anywhere. I mean it. Unless we're starving, I don't intend to leave the house for too much until April. (Maybe to get my roots touched up, but that's about all.) The idea of snow, and ice, and wind just turns me off.