In January we had a record low of 17 total hours of sun. That does things to a person, let me tell you. February is looking like more of the same, with the one difference that days are getting slightly longer. In a way it resembles drowning, but instead of oxygen, you are deprived of light. Ugh. When we hit spring, I am going to be so annoyingly excited and all over the place with flowers and light and budding trees and breeding swans, that you are going to beg for mercy. I promise.