I dislike cauliflower. I detest irresponsible dog owners. I can’t stand Nickelback. I hate BAMA. But above all else, I loathe, absolutely loathe, Daylight Savings Time. Our already short days seem even shorter now, and it won’t be long before Jonathan is walking to and from work in the dark.
It’s only November 1, and
already the sun begins setting at around 4pm:
By 5, it looks like this:
almost impossible to delay dinner until 7:30 when my circadian rhythms start yelling
‘eat some grub and go to bed’ at 5:30.
The only good thing about the time
change is that, as of now, it still gets light early enough for me to go for my
morning runs with Bailey. By 7:30 there is generally enough light to
permit braving the forest trails for a jog.
However, the weirdest thing about
Scottish daylight is how drastically it changes from day to day. There is a noticeable
difference each morning when I walk Jonathan to work and when I go meet him in
the afternoons. The days get shorter by several minutes every day. Before long,
8AM will be swallowed by darkness, and in the heart of winter, I’ll have to
wait until 10:30 to get Bailey out for some exercise.
I’m very apprehensive
about the amount of darkness here and already notice how it affects my mood,
motivation, and outlook. I’ve had several people recommend Vitamin D
supplements and "Happy Lights" (UV lamps for the home) to combat Seasonal
Affective Disorder. It’s no joke guys. Already I am worried about how I’ll
possibly make it through since the little taste I’ve had this week left me
quite cranky and listless.
It helps tremendously
that I’ve got an active group of friends, and have joined several of activity groups
through the AWA. This week, I’ve had something to do outside the house everyday
which helps prevent this homebody from moping around in her pajamas all day.
And of course, these scraggle-muffins also give me a reason to resist the
flannel robe and get outside for some fresh air:
What are some of your tips for combatting those winter blues?