Those Dark and Stormy Nights

I've had to fight the persistent urge to let out a long, loud groan every time I look at the sky.  When I look up, the sun is either just coming up or just setting.  If I happen to stay even a few minutes late at work, precious moments of sunshine are immediately sacrificed.  Days off seem significantly shorter, as if I unwillingly took a pay cut and I was always paid in vitamin D.  The dogs are crazy.  Cabin fever is setting in.  And this all is based on the assumption that it will not rain. 

But of course, it does rain.  A lot.  That's just how it is this time of the year


Something has been off lately.  Nothing has really changed.  Same diet, same activity level, same amount of sleep, same frequency of sock stealing by the yellow dog, same happenings at work, same relationship status.  But, something is still not right.  Its been creeping up slowly, a little bit of anxiety here and there, heartburn at times, and that familiar desire to just hide under the covers and start over tomorrow. 


It creeps up, in, until I see it in the corner.  What are you doing here? I think.

I got rid of you years ago.


But, you haven't lived here in awhile. K reminds me. 

The days are shorter here.  Its gloomier in the winter.  The sun coming through the basement windows was my savior of winters past. 


I thought I got rid of you.  I thought I was done with you. 


You're ready for this though.  K tells me.  You know what to do.