It's a gray day outside, and it's the season for what they used to call Psyclothymic Personality Disorder in the 70's and now call Seasonal Affective Disorder. Among other things, has to do with lack of enough sunlight to let your body produce enough vitamin D.
Last week I wasn't worth anything. No energy. Made it thru the holidays and then figured I had it made, and let down my guard. Then I called a friend who not only felt that way but knew yet another guy going thru the same.
This is the time of year when I regularly assert that YOU may have been descended from the apes, but my lineage comes from the bears, cause I want to hibernate and get grumpy when they won't let me.