We have officially entered the part of the year where I want to crawl into bed and sleep until spring.
I don't quite think it's seasonal affective disorder, and I would never label it depression, but I do have a problem with lack of motivation at this time of year.
To explain: I currently live at 51˚N in latitude. I leave for work at 7:30am and the sun hasn't come up. I get home work at 5:30pm and the sun has already set. Add to this that the high for the last fortnight has been has been -18˚ celsius (usually more like -25˚) and I'm feeling decidedly unwilling to leave my bed in the morning and more than a little eager for it at night.
I suppose this is better than cabin fever, which I could understand people experiencing under similar circumstances, but it means I'm getting very little done.
Well no. I've managed to develop a belated and unhealthy obsession with the Stargate franchise. I blame
shelterdowns for getting me onto Stargate: Universe, and iTunes for making the rest so damn accessible. I've watched the (godawful) original movie and the entire first season of SG-1 this weekend (yes, within 48 hours, and from my bed). Luckily for my pocketbook, I let
shelterdowns know of my obsession before I bought more seasons and she has kindly offered the loan of her DVDs.
The other upside to a new television obsession is that I can crochet at the same time, so I finally got some Christmas gifts finished (though getting them in the mail on time might be a challenge) and made excellent progress on the wedding-afghan-that-just-won't-die.
But this, in turn, means that I've not progressed as I should on certain beta reads, or on revisions of
Upon the Seventh Sea Sick Day, despite having promised to deliver it to more than one person by the end of the year.
Which makes my guilt-ridden self want to crawl into bed and sleep until spring.
Cate
PS:
shelterdowns I need Season Two. STAT!