Seasonal Affective Disorder and Sobriety

Like clockwork SAD is upon me like Churchill's black dog following him around. The nights are long and days short. It has been cold and gloomy since November, more cloud cover than sunshine. The snow has come weekly. The wet days affect my bones. The clear days are bitter. I wake early between five and six. After lunch my body and mind shut down. It is common to sleep from 4 p.m. to 6 p.m., wake up, eat and go back to sleep. Because of a constant...