I did have rather a bad night last night.

Oddly, I have read somewhere in my surfing that January 24 is traditionally the worst day of the year for despair. The article spoke of continued winter weather and holiday bills and of New Year’s resolutions already broken. I think it is more primitive, the body protesting the continued rationing of sunshine. I think like bears we’d all fare better were we permitted to sleep through late December to early February.

Well, the stars neither shine nor die based on our unhappiness. The sun will rise. The deer will run.

Might as well let go of it.