Four times now since November, a U of T email has been sent regarding the convening of the Mood Disorders Support Group. What perfect timing. I have come to a quick realization that winter time here can be quite bleak. The sun is barely out. The skies are mostly overcast. Hard not to put a dampen on one's enthusiasm. Contrary to the glamorized winter wonderland, there is also the mucky winter slush once the ice starts to melt. I wish I was a child again. I know I would have more than a hundred ideas to do with the snow. But I am not. So here continues my litany. Once indoors, the heaters blast and the skin gets parched to the point of ichthyosis. It was not so bad last year when the first snowfall came late December. Now, I am told that this IS the real Canadian winter. Sigh. I abhor that I have to wear layer upon layer to get warm which means more weight to carry around. And the snowboots...no flexibility in them at all.
Can you tell now that I don't like snow?
Yet another reason to go home. I miss tropical weather. Konting tiis pa.
