I don't know what it is about traveling north for the holidays. I'm not sure if it's the effing cold (15 degrees the morning we left) or the super darkness. But, all I wanted to do over Thanksgiving was stay in my toasty hotel room and stay under the covers.
Depression was my best friend this week. Maybe it was a combination of my frozen, stiff muscles or that I was at my husband's family. I haven't been in a number of years and I don't see me going again any time soon. The spasticity and stiffness in my leg muscles was so bad that I got in the hotel hot tub. Something I never ever do. (I think all those foaming bubbles are harboring nasty bacteria or some kind of social diseases).
Now that I'm home to 50 & 60 degree weather I'm back to normal. Go figure.