My Rx for seasonal depression

There is a notorious sign (at least in my sphere of influence) at the Tri-cities airport which boasts that the Tri-Cities has something along the lines of 300 sunny days a year. None of them are in January or February. I'm sure in past years you've all been privy to my lamentations during these two gloomy months and I'm also sure my husband would have a different word to use in reference to my less-than-chipper mood. Needless to say, I was worried that the Baby Blues might hit me this time around since I was expecting a newborn during the most dismal time of year. (are you getting the impression that I despise Seattle-esqe weather yet?)

Weather-related hatred aside, I've found myself surprisingly happy for this time of year. Most days I don't have grand plans to escape the house anyway, and the overcast skies actually make me feel better about that fact. Seeing as how it's still February, today's forecast was no different than it has been for the past fifty-something days, except that it managed to steadily drizzle for the entire day instead of just sporadically raining for five minutes at a time. And to think I wouldn't have traded a ray of sunshine for the sight that met my eyes this afternoon: After a long week at work, Papa came home and took his Dragon, who was starting to show signs of cabin fever, ("Outside? Outside?! Jacket? Jacket?!") into the backyard to play in the rain. She splish-splashed in the puddles and chased the dog around the yard until her socks were soaked through. And All three of us loved every minute of it. Maybe I do love rainy days.