Usually, what this means is that I can count on April and May to be my good months.  The [...]]]> The weather in my neighborhood is usually fairly predictable.  Rain from January through March.  Sun in April and May.  Fog from June through August.  Sun in September and October.  Fog or overcast weather in November and December.

Usually, what this means is that I can count on April and May to be my good months.  The days get longer, and the sun shines.  As I’ve written before, both my depression and my ADD are highly responsive to the amount of sunlight I get.  I can usually count on April and May for a better mood, incredible energy, and the ability to really focus on getting things done.

Not so this year.  The winter rains just haven’t stopped.  California needs the rain, gods know; we’ve had a running drought for a few years now, and all this rain may finally be pulling us out of it.  But my own selfish needs are not being met.  I’m trying to juggle my online writing, a job search, and an art project that needs to be finished on a deadline.  I could use a little help from the sun right about now.

Since it’s already mid-May, I’m afraid that I may not get my sunny Spring this year.  We may just get rain, rain, and more rain, until the fog rolls in and covers the land for the summer.  This is not a good thing for my brain.