Everyone I know, me included, seems to be suffering from a bit of this.
Grey pissy weather heralding the beginning of the long march through the tunnel that is the Scottish winter.
Dark when you get up for work, dark when you come home - soul-tired and fucking freezing.
Just anticipating this has led many people of my acquaintance to head for the duvet for a day or two in preparation for the journey.
The weather is why Calvinism took so well here. Alternatives with a more cheerful deity seemed less plausible given the circumstances.
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