I really hate January and February.  This year, I have 3.57% more contempt for February since it is a leap year.  Historically, these are dark and foreboding months for me.  I am grateful this month is nearly at an end, but fearful for what lies ahead.  I’m not overly superstitious, but like any reasonable man I believe robots work better with Daft Punk and the first two months of every year the darkest months indeed.

One little bright note.  Not this year’s Doctor Who Christmas special, but last year’s, had such a brilliant opening monologue.

“On every world, wherever people are, in the deepest part of the winter, at the exact mid-point, everybody stops and turns and hugs. As if to say, “Well done. Well done, everyone! We’re halfway out of the dark.” Back on Earth we call this Christmas. Or the Winter Solstice.”

On December 22, 2011 I happened to be having lunch with a friend.  As I did so I noticed there was a nearby table with about eight or so people.  I happened to overhear them toast the winter solstice.  That, in turn, made me think, “Hey!  We’re halfway out of the dark!”  That thought does warm me some now.  If this were merely a matter of seasonal affect disorder or just a superstition about the dark, that would be one thing.  Instead, my personal attitude of loathing towards these first two months is borne of a long experience.  Bad things just seem to stack up in these months.

If the posts on this blog take a melancholy turn for a bit, please do excuse.