The Truth About Cats and Dogs in Black and White

Seasonal Affective Disorder is on a rampage. It comes every year around the same time and sucks out the energy and life force of every commoner in its evil path. This week S.A.D. brought 50 cm of snow on our modest-sized city. This basement dweller feels more like a prisoner locked up in the dungeon by the evil Empress S.A.D. except instead of windows with lovely steel bars that you can at least peer through, there is a solid wall of ice. I was already leaning towards eccentric recluse writer surrounded by cats but now one must have an incredulously good reason to venture outside the gloomy fortress. Wiped of all optimism and energy how should one find the motivation to exercise, work, study. The slate of such ambition is wiped clean by the sins of gluttony and sloth. The only good thing is that it is Friday, as if that means anything to someone who is now a week behind schedule. And it is sunny so some light, not much, can penetrate through the ice wall into the room. By next week we will begin construction of the arc as the temperatures in direct sunlight are in excess of 10 degrees Celcius. Spring like temperatures are expected to continue into next week. Flooding inevitable. Motivation where are you? In the words of wise Mel (borrowed from film) FoKus, FoKuss people FoKus.