Is it possible to have SAD when it's springtime and the weather is beautiful? It's been about the warmest mid-March in Chicago history, but I'm just not into it. I haven't been for a bike ride yet, and on a couple of balmy, sunny days I didn't even leave the house.
Chicagoans spend months looking forward to days like today. Winters are cold and snowy, and spring is our reward for enduring. But this winter was pretty darn mild. Maybe that's my problem; I feel like I haven't earned this. On the other hand, my fellow denizens don't appear to feel similarly unworthy.
I suppose my ennui has something to do with the furry friends I've lost recently. I thought I was okay with Ginger's death, but I guess not. And as for Gracie, I never would have dreamed I'd miss her so much, but I do.