There are days in
dealing with SAD,
Seasonal Affective
Disorder, in which I
just want to stay abed
or preferably die!
Just when I think I can
no longer carry on, a
friend stops by. Maybe
an unexpected package
comes in the mail or a
short trip to pizza occurs.
It doesn't matter the
actual incentive, but I
find myself ever so
grateful for those odd
nudges from Mother
Earth that push me to
carry on.
"Lord willing and the
Devil doesn't intervene"
as my friend David used
to say, I'll make it through
one more winter . . .
. . . and I see it's still ten
days before the season
even begins!
Yikes!
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