We're two days into the return to Eastern Standard Time, and I'm already hating it. For all the good that Florida sunshine has done for my mental health, specifically as it relates to seasonal affective disorder, I struggle a little this time of year. It doesn't seem like it lasts long, but it's definitely a thing.
Granted, the world is... a lot right now, but the disdain for this among the general population is probably one of the few things that people can agree on. Unfortunately, it seems the legislators who prevent government from actually functioning are rarely interested in sponsoring bills that could end this madness, so here we are.
In past years I've managed to shift my waking time a little earlier, which helps, but it's so hard to do that when Diana works late. Her accident a couple of years ago makes it hard for me to relax, and sleep is already hard because of my inability to cope with anxiety. So I stay up late, and then when I try to get up in the morning, I'm just finally getting good quality sleep and I don't get up.
Rolling with stuff should be easier at my age.
Ugh... "at my age."