Seasonal affective disorder, the big D, the black dog (ya'll know I love dogs, but this one I could do without). Whatever you want to call it, depression always comes to visit during the darkest days of the year.
|Wah waaaaaah. Yeah, this was me the last month and a half.|
Seriously, dark at 4:30 PM??? Wisconsin is bullshit. I bought a headlamp just to go to the dog park (as well as a can of mace, as my mother is convinced that I'll be mugged). I had to hook Sammy up with a rear bicycle light on his collar just so he wouldn't get lost.
As most of us do around the holidays, I've been all over the place. A trip to Washington state for work (that was the last time I posted), off to Illinois for Thanksgiving, then to Indiana for Christmas. It was almost as if since I couldn't get away from my real life, I withdrew from my online persona. But I've had a few signs that I need to get back to it.
My sister-in-law got me a gift certificate to Stitch Diva Studios, inspired by blog posts (genius!). I had relatives I was unaware that they even read my blog saying "Are you aware that you haven't written since Nov. 15? What's up with that?" I even had a bloggy friend inquire to see if I was dead in a ditch (I'm not and it was very sweet of you to email, Heidi!). So I've hit the reset button on my reader feed and am ready to catch up with my fellow knitters. Here are some dog pictures to entertain you in the meantime:
|Stuck after an attempt to get the last bits of cereal from the bottom.|
|Testing the ice at Devil's Lake|
|In his uncle Rocky's bed (a Yorkshire-Shih Tzu mix)|
(I posted this from my phone, so I'm curious to see how well it worked...)