Monday, September 24, 2007

For those of us uncomfortably aware of the possibility of getting lost in the early nights of the coming seasons, a beautiful poem about SAD.


Amanda said...

A good friend and I, who annually retreat into the wallowing bog of winter blahs, have invented the Sanity is like insurance, which we purchase now, against the possibility of waking up mid-January to discover we crazy hermit shut-ins.

Carrie said...

tell me more by email or psychic messaging!

Carrie said...

actually, use email. i have a headache.