I don't have much of a problem with seasonal depression -- or rather, i don't have a problem with winter. Cold isn't my favorite thing in the world, but I can manage. The kind of weather we're having now, though, is really getting to me. There was sun yesterday for the first time since I got back, but today has been solid rain and chill. it's
May, and I need it to be clear that summer is coming. I need there to be blue sky, and highs in the high 60s and low 70s.
What everyone says is that basically the weather is like this until one day in June, when all of a sudden it's summer and beautiful. But that does me little good, as I am not
here in the summer. Instead I will be enjoying the fickle delights of the English summer, where "beautiful" is merely one of a range of possible values.
( in other news, I'm still watching Supernatural )