We made it through the winter, but everyone we know here is depressed. Everyone. Even the old-timers who work with DH. The topics of the day are full-spectrum lighting, Hawaii, and doughnuts; not necessarily in that order. My vitamin D tablets aren't cutting it; I need sun. I NEED sun.
It's time for drastic action, but I have a plan. This weekend, I'm going to mine my TBR for books with sunny settings; I'm going to whip up some margaritas; and I'm going to indulge in a little retail therapy. That part of the plan depends on the cheerworthyness (is that a word?) of the books and margs.
- Level 1 cheerworthyness probably only calls for some ridiculous Lily Pulitzer shoes:
- If that doesn't do it, then I may need to advance to the next level: a sparkly palm tree. This has the added value of being sure to annoy the neighbors in the crack-house next door -- installed in front of the rusted nonfunctional car they left at the very end of their lawn (closer to my house than theirs).
- If ridiculous shoes and pissing off the neighbors haven't picked up my spirits, then it's time for the big guns:
Sorry. This is all just so irrelevant.