Oh, sj, that is beyond awful.

Do not have a light box - not sure it would help. I mean, I work outside all day long.

Am at shower. Took half a Xanax, feel somewhat better. Or I did, the anxiety seems to be creeping back now.

Steph, talking to the guy ahead of time seems like a good plan.

I have also wondered if my AD is crapping out, but it seems like such a terrible time of year to try and figure it out. Plus we have job stress with associated potential moving stress.

Ugh, Dana. I know what you mean. Part of me thinks I should just tough it out.

My niece giving Santa her best "I'm bored" look link.

It looks to me like she is totally shining on Santa. He's so de classe, after all. Total Hipster Hipswinger.

smonster, I'm so sorry to hear of your travails. What a massive downer.

As for SAD, being outside might not be enough in the wintertime, depending upon how much light you get directly and how light it is when you wake up. If you are dragging yourself out in the dark, it could still be a factor.

If it would help, I have a lightbox that I can ship to you. It works well, but is not particularly pretty. It was super spendy 11 years ago, but has not had use for a few years.

Since not having to get up early and living in an apartment with enormous windows on 3 sides, I don't seem to need it.

sj, I'm sorry to hear about your friend's mother's diagnosis. It's so hard.

You know, I honestly don't know the fucking point of us moving back this cold, desolate, full of shite people hellhole if no one bothers to come to Emeline's stuff.

NOT ONE family member of mine nor Joe's showed up for Em's performance in The Nutcracker tonight. Not a fucking one.

Damn, Aims. That suck. Is Em very upset?

I'm so sorry, Aims. I would have loved to have seen her and applauded madly, and I know many in your Buffista family feel the same.

She was crying in the car on the way home. I stopped and got us sundaes and cookies which didn't help. She's better now, but Joe is furious.

Poor, Em.

I just received a nice thank you note from my nephew J's mom on Facebook. I know I'm being petty, but an actual call from J really would have made my day.

NOT ONE family member of mine nor Joe's showed up for Em's performance in The Nutcracker tonight. Not a fucking one.

WTH, Aims? That is so messed up. I saw your fb update but didn't really get what was going on. Poor noodle.

Took a nap after the shower. I feel a tiny bit less numb, but now I have a splitting headache. So I sent D off to his dance friends party/performance alone and I'm now in my jammies.

He is being so, so sweet. I know he just wants to fix things and hates that I'm feeling like this. When we got back from the shower, I stopped just inside the front door and called after him that I was going to take Frankie for his walk. He said "ok" and kept going, then turned around, crutched on back, and gave me a couple of super sweet kisses. I'm trying not to take anything out on him, and I've let him know gently that this is probably not something that can be fixed with a nap or a funny movie.

And because the universe seems to really be having fun with me right now, the trackpad on my Macbook is not functioning right.

bonny - sorry, I meant to respond to your kind offer. Also, hi! nice to see your pixels. If you're not using it and sending it on is not a hardship, I would be interested to give it a try.