Disorderly Time
Some of us are a tad obsessive compulsive, and those of us that suffer from SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder), raise OCD to an art form. We will watch the sunrise/sunset times on the weather channel, dread the 4th of July as a holiday as the days begin to be measurably, if not noticeably, shorter. We buy all sorts of lamps to put all over, both inside and outside of our houses. And truly believe whoever discovered Daylight Savings Time ought to be canonized for sainthood. Although I do not have a profound case of SAD, the shorter days do affect me more so than most people. And I have to work at keeping my mood up. I have charted the rising and setting of the sun for the entire year. And my calendar is somewhat different than most peoples. My happiest day of the year is December 21, the day that is the shortest day of the year and hence begins the days getting longer. I ignore June 21, but find the July 4th holiday somewhat depressing. By October, I am positively morose, which gives way