Well thank the Northern Gods that I have made it once again to the shortest day of the year! On top of all my other instabilities I am damn sure that I suffer from seasonal adjustment disorder (SAD, quite apt). It affected me mostly during those
happy years that I spent toiling away in factories with not a window to glance through at the outside world. I would travel to work in the dark and then travel home in the dark at this time of year, not really suitable for an outdoor loving caveman like myself. These days SAD has much less a hold upon my mental condition as it did in those oil and grease covered days, as my working day is spent primarily outside. Even when poor weather dictates that gardening is 'off', I can spend time in the Orc's Workshop with the main door open allowing the short day's light come in. The only problem with having this door open though is that passing neighbours will just 'drop in' for a chat which, although is fine, means that I am distracted from my work.
Tis been a tad different this year because of the bloody 'snap' and I have yet to be able to work outdoors nor in the workshop due to the slower than desired healing of my bones and I can feel the effects of SAD bearing down on my mind, compounding everything else that is peeing me off at the moment through not being able to work, money worries, frustration born of not being 'the provider', inactivity, weight gain, feeling more aches than I care to mention, disrupted eating and sleep patterns and the list goes on. It all takes it toil on one's mental health yet somehow I am getting through it, albeit with good days and bloody awful days.
But enough of the doom and gloom, though hopefully talking about my mental health helps others, tis the shortest day of the year and after today daylight starts extending its time with us pushing the hours of darkest back a tad every day. Before long the days will be that long I might even have time to do everything on the lists (though I am damn certain that the 'lists' just reproduce faster in the the longer days!), broken bone allowing.
I quite happily admit that today is
probably definitely my favourite day of the year, Birthdays? just another bloody reminder that I am getting older, Christmas day? bah humbug just a waste of money and anyways it's not even that usurpers proper birthdate, New years day? again another year older and stupid resolutions that just don't last (especially the one about not swearing), Valentine's day c'mon really? I am a bloody caveman after all! I think that you may just about be getting the picture by now. No, today is most definitely the best day of the other three hundred and sixty four and a bit days for me.
I always feel so positive when I have managed to get this far through the year, each lengthened day just lifts my heart and soul that little bit more and its a good feeling to have so I give a little nod to the Northern Gods for letting me through to this part of the year.
Not to sure if I shall post again before Christmas as daughter and son in law are due up tomorrow evening for a stay over the festive time (Omicron allowing) and I may be far to busy quaffing ale, extending my girth and generally just basking in the sheer pleasure of a proper family Christmas, although if you mention I said that I will, of course deny it. So I shall take the opportunity now to thank one and all of you who have visited here, followed my ramblings and have taken the time to comment upon them.
Wishing you all the very merriest of Christmases and an absolutely wonderful and bountiful New Year.
With much love,
John the Caveman