Just one year ago I returned from Antarctica after six weeks collecting fossils. I returned to a house full of people, to a drive full of snow and to a day length of barely eight hours of sun after six weeks at 24 hours of daylight. It took me weeks to feel normal, or what passes for normal. I think my pineal gland needed a half twist to fix things. It was a twist that only time could provide. I now have a slight appreciation for seasonal affective disorder.
This year, there is little snow and not much in the way of a promise for snow in the near term.
Posted by chuck at December 19, 2004 11:30 PM
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