I feel better. I suffer from a touch of Seasonal Affective Disorder, which I would personally argue is not a disorder, exactly, considering that most people struggle when they don’t get enough sunlight. But whatever. My symptoms are complicated by the reality that I work in a windowless bunker in Midtown Manhattan, and they were complicated even more this past weekend when temperatures in New York and Connecticut dipped into the single digits alongside several days of snow and overcast skies. I usually deal with my SAD by swimming and bike commuting, but I couldn’t get to the pool early in the week, and with the weather, cycling was impossible as well. This left me with far too much energy, too many ugly brain chemicals, and not enough light. At exactly the same time, I was also dealing with some profoundly negative thoughts about a project I’ve allowed to become entirely too personal. By midday on Tuesday, I was bouncing off the walls. I found myself snapping at my w