On the home stretch
This week marked the halfway point of winter. THANK GOODNESS. We've had over a week of constant rain here in my little pocket of Melbourne and I'm completely over it.
Yes, I know it's winter. Yes, I know it comes every year. Yes, I know it's not that cold in comparison to other parts of the world. But the next person who tells me to stop whinging gets a punch in the face, because:
Fact 1: I have an ongoing Vitamin D deficiency. This is not fun. It contributes to depression and can affect bone density. Even if I do manage to get outdoors, I'm so rugged up against the cold that only my face is exposed and that simply doesn't cut it for absorbing sufficient Vitamin D. Boo!
Fact 2: S.A.D. (Seasonal Affective Disorder) is a real thing and I probably have it. Lack of sunlight seems to make my brain a bit unbalanced. By mid-winter, I don't want to leave the house, or even get out of my pyjamas. I don't even want to answer the phone. I'm sad and I'd like to build a blanket fort and just stay there till Spring.
Fact 3: Numb fingers and toes are not my favourite things. Cold extremities are very difficult to warm up, no matter how many layers of clothing or blankets I pile on.
Anyhoo, today the sun has been shining, so I ventured outdoors for a short walk. Even the swans, herons and cormorants were sheltering somewhere out of sight, along with the kangaroos - except for this one girl with joey onboard:
I'm counting down to September, when we'll be off for a short break in the Whitsundays. Perhaps I can just hibernate until then.
