Well, it's about time. Frosty temperatures have finally arrived in New
York City, thrilling / chilling those of us reverse curmudgeons who get clammy
and sluggish when the winter weather gets seasonally incorrect. Yep, that's
right: some like it cold.
"According to Michael Terman, Ph.D., director of the Winter Depression
Program at the New York Psychiatric Institute of Columbia Presbyterian Hospital,
up to a quarter of the city is afflicted with Seasonal Affective Disorder (S.A.D.)
during the winter months," writes Alexandra Jacobs in last week's New
York Observer. "You know those people: pale, lumpy types who buy special
sun simulation lamps and talk about moving to California a lot. But what about
the reverse problem? Some of us feel down when it's warm out, particularly when
it's warm out when it's supposed to be cold and snowy, like as of this writing.
The perky local news people bantering about how 'nice' it is outside, when something
is clearly wrong, make us mad."
Right on. Seasons and cute woolly accessories -- and the sheepskin coat BG
bought in Somewhere Gulch, Utah -- were made for a reason. Even the Times reported
yesterday that the tepid temps and snowlessness are actually starting to mess
with various ecosystems. Plus the whole point of New York is that you
can get anything, anytime*; I don't want to have to go to Vermont
to get cold.
Meanwhile, many of you are suffering through a weather pattern that can strike
and -- good news -- shift at any time:
Letters on this topic, um, pour into my mailbox every week (if your drought
has been only a week so far, don't come running to me). So just one drop
of wisdom before we get into the latest highlights. Remember Enuff
Already? Within weeks of writing, parched, from her withering vine, she
wrote back about a supercute April shower!
And along those lines, two of my friends recently had this inspirational conversation:
FRIEND 1: "...I'll never meet anyone like N. and I don't even know anyone to
have a crush on!"
FRIEND 2: : "Friend 1, you didn't see N. coming... so you can't see the
next one, either. But s/he's there, and s/he'll take you just as much by surprise."
Right on once again. So let's see if we can make some rain, shall we. Snow,
* Sometime I'll tell you about the emergency cape delivery.
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