Saturday, June 16, 2012
I can't think of an acronym that feels more right than that for Seasonal Affective Disorder, SAD.
I think I have it.
The bizarrely wet and gray spring and summer in France (and most of Europe) has brought me down, as we used to say back in the day.
I have a craving for sun so intense that I can practically taste it. On the odd sunny day (e.g. Thursday of last week. I remember it fondly) it's as if a switch was thrown, bringing a smile to my face and an enormous lift to my spirits.
I'm SAD, to the point that I can't wait to leave Paris.
I never thought I'd say that. If you had asked me three years ago whether I'd ever be sick of Paris I would have told you it would happen when pigs could fly.
I saw these little winged porkers just the other day, so there you are.
We're leaving in about 10 days to spend July and August in California. Yes!!