Is there such a thing as reverse cabin fever?
|Help! My inner hothouse flower has taken control. Source: MorgueFile|
These December days my inner hot house flower is in the driver’s seat, with the radio on full blast, singing at the top of her lungs. …
Sensible me squeaks, “Go outside. Two walks a week. It won’t kill you,” … but other brain parts drown that out too, busy as they are with seasonal concerns:
|“Just a few more berries.” “No way. Shut up and go to sleep.”|
Took a walk in the back yard, although the yard is about 20′ x 30′ and saturated, so it was more of a squelch than a walk.
It was dreary out there, a scene to make you crave a long winter’s nap. Even the hummingbirds, intrepid winter denizens that they are, weren’t around, maybe because there was two inches of snow on their feeder. Knocked the snow off.
Within minutes a bird zipped past, zeroing in on the sugar water. Probably starving. OK, message received. Self talk? Hibernation? Fine, as long as they don’t drown out the world. ‘Tis the season. May your inner orchid be coddled and quiet, so the hummingbirds get fed. Happy holidays.
Wanted: Tips for getting myself out of my car and the house.