My Neighborhood

It's a loverly day in it

I never knew what seasonal depression was until I spent six long years living in Northeast Ohio. The sky was a drab grey for over 200 days¹ a year in Akron. And the gray sat so low in the sky as to suffocate whatever life was left in you. Since my great escape from Drabistan I find myself falling to melancholy after too many grey days in a row.

Do you see it? Do you see the beautiful blue sky?!?!

This is all to say that I have been in a funk lately. Most of the year the weather in Paris covers every season at least once for at least an hour at some point everyday. Except for winter. Winter is cold, sure. But the sky is a concrete slab in winter. Heavy, and miserable, and … it’s kept me inside the last several weeks except to walk to Dexter and he’ll tell you this is some bullshit, too, because his walkies are decidedly shorter.