I looked up the definition of doldrums today.  Not because I didn't know what it meant, but because I wanted to put it down here.  So you would know what I'm feeling and thinking these days.

"Doldrums" is defined as a "period of stagnation or slump" and also as "a period of depression or unhappy listlessness". 

That's it.  That's what happens when it snows nearly every day from November through March.  Some call it cabin fever, some call it Seasonal Affective Disorder.  Others call it the winter blues.  I like to consider it a form of "March Madness". 

So, I decided to write a letter.  Dear Mother Nature:  The sidewalks have all but disappeared.  The roads are closing in.  We are trapped - trapped! - in our homes.  We need out!  Do you think you could possibly allow spring to be sprung already, because I'm not sure how much longer we can make it.  It was festive in December.  Fun in January.  Tolerable in February.  But it's March and the crocus bulbs have no idea what to do.  I'm writing for them and for us.  And, what's up with New York City?  They can walk on their sidewalks.  Something isn't right here.  On an up note, thank you for not making everything frigid and wind-chilly too.  Signed, Seasonally Affected.  

I told you I was going mad.