Spring is trying. It's stretching, waking up from its deep sleep. Yesterday was positively balmy. But we didn't get out in it because we're sick/run-down and maybe a little bit SAD.
I wonder how much the rainy winters/lack of sun affect us as a community. E told me all the workers downtown seem gloomy and short-tempered and immediately I wondered if it's the weather, wearing us all down. I always thought the SAD thing was bunk, but anymore, I don't know. I know that these days, I feel like receding within myself until you can't even see me anymore. And I won't need to talk to you. I'll just be dug in, deep inside, invisible and non-interactive. Catatonic. And that sounds good to me. I think I need some sunshine.
Here's a day last week when there was some. B'Doo sure does love to swing--don't all babies? God he's cute. I want to eat him.
"Hey baby, that's a nice swing you got there. Maybe we can grab a sippy sometime, yo. I'll check you later--peace."