According to the American Psychiatric Association, this coming
seven days [January 25th to February 1st] is officially the most depressing week of the year.
It's a cold, dreary day in mid-winter. Spring is still too far away, and the last vestiges of Christmas cheer have evaporated. For some of us, we are still too near the beginning of a semester to see the hope of an end to it.
We have all gotten our tax information to remind us that the government is going to scalp us again. Our credit card bills for December are due.
There is more daylight every day, but not enough yet and too dim to be felt--since we see the sun so infrequently in Michigan.
And living in Michigan could explain a lot for many people. The economy sucks. Unemployment is horrendous. Lake effect is oppressive. If you hate your job, you don't dare quit unless you have another already lined up. If you own a home you can't move because it won't sell.
Personally, I'm just tired of being cold most of the time.
In spite of all that, life is still good.