Seasonal Affective Disorder weekly deathwatch

Because of the five-minute sun break we are currently experiencing, I will let you all know that I will not slit my wrists today. Suicidal thoughts shall be reconsidered tomorrow.

And maybe I won't have to resort to suicide as the weather itself nearly killed me yesterday as I was driving home from my grandma's house. It was three-thirty, dark as nighttime and I felt as though I was racing against the Great Flood. I had 45 minutes to get home and build my ark. If my sister hadn't been sitting in the front seat leading breathing exercises, I'm certain I would have ended up upside down in a ditch, a muddy watery grave for me.

As I was researching some cross-country flights for Phillip today (oh yes, there shall be traveling in the near future, stay tuned), I saw that Southwest is having an excellent sale for flights to southern California. I am not blond, I do not know how to swim, I have pasty white skin even in the summer and would commit all kinds of obscenity crimes were I to play volleyball in a swimsuit, but dear GOD I am dying to go. If only to sit on a piece of dry land and stare all day at a clear sky.

I am BLUE.

I am also BUSY. I have a whole lotta work happening in the next few days, most of it resulting from the fact that I am physically incapable of uttering the word "no". I supposed I could have said, "You have GOT to be kidding" to the same effect, but I'm a Nice Girl and easily manipulated. It is my own fault. Alas. Alack.

But I'm going to focus on the potential cheer-up opportunities on the horizon. Blondie will be visiting me (ME! ME ME ME!) this weekend (WHEE!) and I will also be whipping up a pan of eggplant parmesan and some kind of dessert for the church dinner I've been looking forward to for months. (Major bonus points awarded to Blondie for visiting Super Bowl weekend, thereby saving me from flitting around my house in an apron and rollers serving cupcakes and beer to the men screaming at my television set.) Oh, and there's that traveling I mentioned, but I'll have to save that post for a day when I need to think about something other than jumping off a bridge. One must be strategic with her cheer-up opportunities.

Yes, here come the clouds. WOE.