SAD? Maybe
I ran into a former co-worker from the primary school. In jest I said that I would put on my coat and stand outdoors for 25 minutes every day at noon out of solidarity with the old playground gang.

Now I'm wondering if that might not be such a bad idea. Since I quit doing greeting and recess duty I've found myself in a case of sluggish doldrums. Not ill, but not particularly plucky and energized. And with a nagging melancholy feeling that follows me through the day like a little irritating popcorn hull stuck in the back of my mouth. (On a whole other note: where the heck did the floss go? Should I have to buy 100 yard every other week?) Maybe those fractionated doses of sunshine had more of a salutary effect than I gave them credit for. I think I'll walk the dog at noon today. It can't hurt.