I Don't Care If It's Cold, But Give Me Sky and Sun. Nothing Makes Me More Miserable Than Fog and Cold Rain. Ugh.

Normally I am pretty happy-go-lucky, and I lost my Eeyore nickname sometime in college. No longer did I see the glass as half empty and perform life as a Debbie Downer. I chose happiness and looked for optimism to live my days. To me, it has been a choice.

I will argue, however, than when the skies are gray, the rain is frigid, the fog is thick, and the bones are damp, that it is nearly impossible to think pleasurable thoughts. I can do it if the temperature is in the 70s, but when down in the high 30s, I just want to curl up in bed and mope.

The weather brings sinus pressure, low-grade headaches, lethargy, sleepiness, and doubt. Yes, it keeps me indoors and sitting still, but it also is highly depressing. Even the gym couldn't get my blood and spirits going yesterday. I simply gave in to the fact that it was going to be a grumpy, miserable day.

Of course, I kept the spirits up when working at Middlebrook Elementary and, like Frenchtown, love the 1st and 2nd graders. Still, I could feel the energy drain on the teachers and students, too. It's ugly outside...not yet white, all types of mud, but not with the promise of tulips and daffodils. It's just gross.

I'm hoping today is a little more scrummdiddleyumptious for us all. That way I can see what Pooh and Piglet are up, too, and return to my bouncy Tigger self.