The Return of the Hermit

The inevitable has happened. 

This happens to me every year.  It usually hits me around January 5th,

so I would say that making it all the way to the 12th is amazing progress!

Every year without fail I start having the same emotions.

I transform into a hermit.

I don't want to set one foot outside of my
house until at least the end of March

and possibly longer.

Some people would go stir crazy but I am here to tell you that

as long as I had my health and a good supply of
life necessities I would be in heaven.

It may be that I have that "seasonal mood disorder", but if I go to a doctor to get diagnosed with it then he would probably find many other brain "disorders" as well.

That's a chance I am not willing to take.

I know that I have some Indian blood in me. 
Probably from those Indians that came from Southern Florida. 
I know I couldn't be from Canadian Indians.

I think my Indian name would be "Sleeping Bear". 

There are many reasons why this is a fitting name for me.

Not only could I hibernate, but I also enjoy napping even when the weather is perfect, I also love fish, get cranky for no apparent reason, protect my young to a fault, and I like fur coats.

I have pioneer ancestors too.

My pioneer name would be "dead".

There's just no way I would have made it.

I am sitting here in my heated house with my sweater and

warm fuzzy socks on complaining about the cold.

When I go somewhere it will be to the garage to get into my heated car.

When I return home if I need to I can whip up a cup of hot, hot chocolate.

I know it's spoiled and selfish, but I still wish I could stay home for the next few months.

This too shall pass, it does every year.