Much of the holiday feasting is a faded memory.

The first few steps out the door find our nostrils freezing shut or our feet fighting for purchase in the slithery slathery slush.

It's getting a little bit brighter to start and end the day.  But many of us are still leaving for work in the dark and returning in the dark.

Seasonal Affective Disorder is, I am sure, at or near its zenith.