Yeah, bad Oh!bummer! joke, I know.
I should be writing this morning. But so far, not sure I plan to go farther than this journal entry. Even though I have a solid hour to work- a benefit of winter hours at our place of employment. More time is actually available, if I were not spending the first half-hour of each morning, perusing articles concerning climate-change science (and politization thereof, by the warmists).
But I've been thinking about things.
I always thought that it was the spring transition in daylight savings' time, that messed me up most. Losing that hour, always seemed to take a good week, sometimes two, to get over.
And I thought the extra hour of morning light, in the fall transition, would be helpful to my state of mind.
But it seems to be just as detrimental. SADS has been growing on me since the late 90s, and, this winter looking to be a bad one, I suspect it is going to be rough time for that, too.
Exercise works to mitigate it, and I get out for walks whe