Dem ain't the blues, dems SAD

OOOOOOFFFFFFF! Shopgirlove forgets every year and every year gets knocked on her derrière by the SAD. Part of the problem is that she's sub-syndromal: no depression or anxiety, so she doesn't actually feel different just...less. It's hard to describe the impact of February. Shopgirlove crashes at about 7:30, wakes up at 4:00, and then falls asleep again at 7:00. And she's STARVING! All the time! And yes, there's a decided uptick in the gin uptake.
Luckily, said uptake uptick is limited by the limited number of hours Shopgirlove is actually awake. Seriously-work, walk King Dutch, eat, have a cocktail. That's about the most Shopgirlove can squeeze in. There are remedies: lightboxes, meds, exercise (can you work out in your sleep)? All of these, however, require that your get-up-and-go! has not got-up-and-gone. Are lightboxes covered by health insurance? Oh well. Early to bed, blah blah blah. (Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream.)

P.S. Jonathan-DO NOT GET RID OF POWERCORD! This one inspires no confidence. I may have a great need of the one you procured very soon. Besides, it's a good excuse to rendezvous at Central for oysters. Or Oleana for the deviled eggs. Oh heck, realistically, better make it brunch at B-Side. Shopgirlove might actually be awake for that...