Darker days

Lately I’ve been less willing to be outside the apartment longer than absolutely necessary. A good part of it is a decreasing tolerance for the small but regular frustrations of bus travel in the city, but I wonder if the colder weather and darker days are getting to me. I wonder how much of it is my usual depression and how much of it is the general melancholy of the season.

I haven’t felt particularly social for the last little while either; not that I’m usually a particularly gregarious and outgoing person, but lately I don’t really feel like I have much I want to talk about, at least in a one-to-one setting like over coffee or in text messages. Family’s an exception (it helps they have an endless supply of stories about their pets), but with other people, if it’s not business, I really don’t have much to contribute to the conversation.

Maybe I’m using this space as an excuse not to talk to people. If anyone needs to know what’s going on with me, they can check the link out. I’d rather people leave comments and send me e-mails where I can get more time to sort my thoughts in response.

I got my flu shot after work tonight. I had to go over to Shopper’s Drug Mart to pick up a package and figured I may as well take care of two things on my to-do list while I’m there. It was already dark by the time I left the store, but I walked the full 15-20 minute walk home instead of taking a bus so that’s something. I ended up crashing for a few hours afterward, which put the kibosh on any other plans for productivity I had for the evening.