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Weather

I just can’t believe how utterly my mood is dependent on the weather. This morning it was sunny – and I felt good and got some things done. This afternoon it was grey again (like most days for the last – oh, about a year) and I messed about playing Solitaire (which I still call Patience – surely Solitaire is a peg game not a card one?) on the computer and listening to my iTunes collection. Even if I remember to put my lightbox on, it doesn’t make as much difference as proper sunshine, and since my lightbox is on my desk and you have to sit in front of it for at least 90 mins, it is yet another temptation to mess about on the computer all day.

Yesterday was a good day though, with lots of things at church seeming to be addressed directly to me (which has happened a lot lately), This was followed by two hours watching a series of ‘Dad rock’ programmes for Fathers’ Day on BBC4 – first archive material of Eric Clapton from the Yardbirds days on, and then a great programme on 40 years of Glastonbury (though I started to flag two thirds of the way through that and had to go to bed). The Dad in our family was bemused by all this since his interest in and knowledge of music is almost zero – it’s entirely ‘Mum rock’ in our house. Did I mention I have a fantasy of being in a band called ‘Mumrock’ and bringing out an album called ‘Girls Play Air Guitar’. I probably did.

What is the point…

…of having a light box next to my desk, if I never remember to switch it on? Several days of glorious weather have seen me not bothering with it because I was getting enough light anyway, but today is grey and gloomy, and I definitely need that boost of artificial sunlight to help me through the SAD season. So that’s my excuse for sitting here instead of doing all sorts of useful stuff.

Why then have I spent all these sunny days indoors and now, the one day when I’m going out to see friends, the sun has hidden itself? Once again, a failure to ‘carpe diem’.

Oh well, one of my objectives today, as well as having lunch with a new friend and tea with an old one, is to get to the fancy dress hire shop and get myself a long black wig in order to be a Goth at a costume (not Halloween, please note, but costume) party next Wednesday. Which will be fun. My own hair is short and blonde (with a little help) so that wouldn’t exactly work. Now where are those black laced boots from last winter? I do hope I haven’t thrown them out. And then I have to devise costumes for son and hubby – it’s a hard life being a mother.