Waiting for the SunRay Sunbox

First snowfall. Well, not really the first. But seems as if so, because this time I see the falling flakes, the growing accumulation, the solemn traffic passing on the street. The afternoon light is fading, loneliness surrounds me, and Paula Cole tempo wedges the apostrophe into place. I feel trapped. Trapped by the falling snow and by my dysfunction. I want to go to the gym. But I told myself I can't go until I finish the dishes and laundry. Maybe if I start the chores now, I can be swimming by seven and in bed by nine. Perpetual depression. More than dysthymia. PDoc says I need to sit in front of my SunRay II sunbox for 45 minutes first thing in the morning, every day for a week. After about three weeks, I've finally succeeded in completing two successive days. Getting out of bed is difficult, and then, staying awake in front of the light is difficult. Steamed broccoli & cauliflower with butter.