I always feel a little down at the end of February. I can feel the cooler air and the shorter days (interspersed with hideous humidity, February isn't a great month for weather really) and the reality of winter approaching sort of brings me down.
I went to the doctor today and was diagnosed with 2, or possibly 3 cases of probably nothing. Of course, turning probably into definitely means blood tests, a visit to a specialist, monitoring my blood pressure, making sure I get enough sleep and cutting out all coffee. So if the planet isn't telling me loudly enough that the fun's over, my doctor is chiming in too.
So I've sat myself down with a mug of Darjeeling and contemplated my awful fate. And the restorative powers of tea have reminded me that we have a good month and half or more of very good weather to come. The coffee ban is diagnostic, and will only become permanent if caffeine turns out to be a culprit. I am, at least, not just getting old - something (or somethings) odd is happening. And for reasons I can't quite explain, I love an excuse to break out the blood pressure monitor.
I just won't look out the window at the grey, blustery day that started this whole downward spiral in the first place! :)