Nov 7 · 3 min read

It is November 7th and I am contemplating putting up my Christmas tree. I know, I’m what’s wrong with America. But, hear me out.
My season depression starts as soon as we turn the clocks back. The sun starts to fade at 4pm. I drive home from work in the dark. The trees are starting to shed. Everything is dark and bleak and I just want to get under the covers and not come out until the end of March, at least. But I can’t do that and I must live with late fall and winter as my enemy…

