Sandwiched between the Month of Holidays (December) and the Month of Love (February) is, I'm convinced, the Month of Dark Depression. Now don't worry...I'm not standing on a ledge somewhere pounding out my last blog post before taking the great plunge and splat. I'm mentally and emotionally sound...well... relatively speaking that is depending on who you might ask. There doesn't seem to be any lasting residual effects from my bout with Swine Flu either. I'm good.
It just seems that driving to work in the dark...to face a backlog of forgotten work from December that's just now flooding in to be addressed...only to get to the point of finally driving home in the dark...it's just darn depressing. It's like watching that last Batman movie or The Empire Strikes Back over and over, every single day. Sure there are moments of excitement, like lunch or maybe a little Facebook time, but the grind goes dark morning to evening dusk. Grrrr...
To top it off, most of the television stations with any educational or cultural value have simultaneously decided to run shows about the 1000 ways the end of the world might happen. As improbable as death by styrofoam-loaded landfills might be...I still really don't want to think about it...please.
There's more...Mrs. Tony C has decided (for the first time) she wants us to watch the new season of The Biggest Loser together as our show...which I might add features the largest people the show has seen to date. Great. As if the extra pounds from the Month of Holidays is making me feel real good about myself about now anyway. Duh.
Up next, the Month of Love with all the decedent chocolates and other sweets...closely followed by Easter and all that candy and family meals that it brings. I've yet to make the correlation between the death and resurrection of our living Savior and chocolate, creme-filled bunny eggs...but that's another post for later I suppose.
(Sigh). Mrs. Tony C came right out the other day and accused me of becoming too negative or jaded. Well wooptie-dooptie doo! What does she expect after she declared our house a soda-free zone. Besides, all I got for Christmas was a big flat-screen HD television and DVD sound system, a number of other assorted thoughtfully nice gifts, a very good Christmas bonus, plenty of time with all of my family and friends that included my 95-year old grandmother, great food, good times and memories, two paid 4-day weekends, and a quite evening at home with her to ring in the new year.
Just what the heck do I have to be so flippin' happy about? It's not like the two-year old is potty trained already or something. Geeezzzz...