Day 2

Some people get the blues during winter. I have reverse seasonal affective disorder. As huge, heavy, wet snowflakes started to fall at 4:00 yesterday afternoon, my heart leapt. A friend texted to ask if the boy and I wanted to meet up for snow happy hour. Why, yes, yes we did.

Three beers and a bite to eat later, my son and I headed back out in the snow bound for home. We passed a guy near Dupont Circle who said we wanted to avoid the snowball fight that was raging around the fountain, so we watched from the street for a while. I read the boy some Shel Silverstein and tucked him in, poured myself a glass of wine, but soon decided that I was exhausted and ready for sleep.

I woke up just before 3:00 and was thinking about doing a crossword puzzle when the boy came in to say he'd had a bad dream. So he climbed into bed with me and I tried to go back to sleep. Not an unusual restless night, but a pattern I hope becomes less common as the Lexapro kicks in.

I don't feel great this morning. I'm tired, cloudy-headed and distracted. The beers weren't the best idea, I think...