I Don't Have the "Winter Blues"
Outside my window, the sky is bright blue and clear, the customary winter fog nowhere in evidence. If you didn’t notice the grass tipped with frost, you could easily imagine it to be a 70-degree day. This is winter in California. Born and raised here, I’ve never had to contend with winter snow, unless by choice. But that familiar feeling sets in the day after Christmas, a heaviness of limb, inability to choose between tasks, lack of desire to do anything—so unlike busy, Type-A me the rest of the year.
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