I’ve been thinking on a line from a Tennessee Williams play. A character asks, “What’s the victory of a cat on a hot tin roof?” The answer: “Just staying on it, I guess.” Maybe the same can be said for this cold COVID winter.
Full disclosure: Even in a normal winter, I am prone to Seasonal Affective Disorder/aka SAD. The human body is mostly water and we require a certain amount of light. This season of coronavirus-confined claustrophobia has not been optimal for my mental health. I cherish the company of my wife and like to think she at least tolerates me, but in recent days we’d been getting on each other’s nerves, well, to be fair, I’d been getting on her nerves.