The beginning of the year is always hard for me.

Season Affective Disorder, the bevy of social/family events during the holiday season- by January I’m grinding down and by February I’m thoroughly cooked.

This year has been no different- well there has been small differences: The fatigue kicked in later than usual, and overall the intensity of the depressive feelings have been lower.

That’s good, because I put a lot of work in the past two years to tighten my mood highs and lows.

But I’ve still been sleepwalking.

This morning I woke up sharp. Actually I sharpened around 8pm last night.

That was annoying because it gave me trouble getting to sleep last night, but net good because the day before was really bad.

The most debilitating effect of SAD for me is the brain fog.

It’s a tax on my cognitive ability that makes me a little less sharp, a little less nimble, a little less able to read between the lines and drive to the heart of a problem.

Yesterday was real bad because instead of a “little less”, it was “a lot less”.