The Dark days are coming....

[crestofwaves]

 Turning the clocks back has always sent me into the deepest pit of depression.  I could cry as I am typing here--feel it already.  Not looking forward to this weekend at all.

 

Does anyone else have a problem with the dark days that are descending upon us?

[crestofwaves]

I actually eat these foods, Merry! Thanks!

[blithe spirit]

I remember when I lived in colder climates I used to go stir crazy being cooped up in the house during the winter. You do have fewer hours of daylight from autumn to spring but I think it helps trying to go outside as much as you can. I have always hated all the clothes you have to wear when its cold. Guess thats why I live where I do.

[crestofwaves]

Truth be told, druken sex with James Taylor playing to set the mood would also help chase the blues away, but circumstances kind of make that hard to come by.

[Wayne Goodwin]

You mean a drunk woman can have great sex ? Gosh darn , I've really missed a lot in life ...

[Karin M Fichtner]

Oh, sure! It's the drunken guys who make poor lovers. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is often weak! ;-)

[flippr 2.0]

i'm definitely much better when i'm sober.

[flippr 2.0]

and the phrase is "the spirit is willing,but the flesh is spongey...and bruised.(if done right)

[Wayne Goodwin]

I never have been a good lover . I never been a drunk lover either .

[crestofwaves]

I like drunk sometimes.  Music, wine or tequila makes me forget I'm somebody's mother.

[Wayne Goodwin]

Wow ! I like that ....

[Karin M Fichtner]

Now, Blithe, that's how I'd be during the summer if I lived in Florida! When I visit my friend in Bradenton, we sit in her apartment for long hours.....which is ok, since I enjoy our conversations. If we do go out, it's into the car, into Wal-Mart, into the car, and home again. I don't even see the Gulf until I'm in the air on the way home! If I lived there, I'd have a summer version of cabin fever :-)

[Karin M Fichtner]

Sorry, Tim. I stand corrected. ;-). Back when I was very young, and newly-married, my husband came home from a boys' nite out a little tipsy....ok, a lot tipsy. He was in a "romantic mood", but he was starving, and wanted a steak dinner. So, while being chased around the kitchen, I broiled a steak and peeled potatoes. By the time it was ready....he was passed out in the recliner. No steak dinner....no hanky-pank. :-(