Seasonal Affective Disorder

Blech.

That is my feeling about today. In its entirety.

Let’s start with the basics. It’s raining/misting/Nature is having her period today. You simply can’t wake up without sun. I have no idea how people function in Alaska. Hats off to you.

Plus, I didn’t have coffee this morning. We’re out of creamer at home, so I’ve been buying coffee almost every morning. This is a dangerous habit to fall into (not unlike crystal meth). So I had this valiant thought as I got ready this morning that I would just bring tea and make it at work.

Welp, it’s NOT the same, folks. NOT THE SAME AT ALL.

Thirdly, my attire is less than…ambitious. I mean, I’m wearing a black pencil skirt and my (faux) pearls. But then I went and topped the whole thing with a straight up flannel shirt. Business on the bottom, lumberjack on the top. And the “pencil skirt” is actually a black denim business from Gap a million years ago. So…weak.

I think when I was putting it together I had this thought of, “Oh, it will be charming and Anthropologie-esque!” But now I’m just like….lumberjack/hipster in a corporate setting. Wah.

But let’s get down to brass tacks, shaaaalllll we? The thing that is really throwing me off is that I’m wearing my glasses today. And not even my professionalish small frames. I’m wearing what I lovingly refer to as my Grandpa Glasses because they are a million times more comfortable than the other pair. They’re a little big and a lot wonderful. But unlike elbow patches, not really a grandpa trend I see taking off.

The problem is that my eyes have been KILLING me lately. So dry. And while allergies played a part, it’s really the contacts that are the culprit. I may have to spring for the pricey Oasis contacts next time. And MAN are they expensive.

I was supposed to get LASIK surgery the year before I moved to New York, but it turns out my pupils are too big for LASIK. Is that not the most bogus thing you’ve ever heard? I call it the Disney Princess syndrome. The walk-o-thon is next week.

So, basically, blech. I’m going to the gym after work, so maybe that will snap me out of the funk. Anyone else feel like hibernating today?

You guys. We are officially (practically) in the heart of September. (Don’t like my math? Get your own blog.) And you know what that means….

AUTUMN IS BEGINNING!!!!

Those of you who have been reading for over a year know that I have very strong feelings about this time of year. Namely, it is the best.

Best food. Best clothes. Best hair.

I love pumpkins and leaves and boots and hot cider and scarves and crisp weather.

And for those of us on the east coast, the weather has already started to turn in the most exciting way, so I’m sort of hoping we get a nice, long fall season.

Remember last year (and the year before) when I did a “fall wish list”? Welp, I’m at it again. Except this time I’m actually in the works to procure some of the things!

1. These boots. I’m ordering these through my mom, who works part time at a department store. (Thanks, Momma!) They have great reviews, are affordable, and are actually the look I want. It’s like finally getting a definitive photo of Nessy.

2. This bag. Kate Spade had a sample sale. I had something to celebrate. I think you see where this is going. It arrives today.

As you can see, I’ve actually knocked things off of past lists (see also here), so really, this shopping is more of an accomplishment than anything.

Now, here’s what I really want to find at a reasonable price this year:

1. Leather jacket. I can’t decide if I want a creamy white/ivory or a classic black or a versatile brown, but I like this style. I guess I’ll just see what comes on the radar first.

2. A camel-colored coat. Of course, J. Crew would have the perfect option. I would live in this color. (And, as long as I’m dreaming, I wouldn’t hate having a longer version too.)

3. A furry scarf and hat. This want has been blatantly inspired by our trip to Iceland. I am ok with that. It can also probably wait until winter.

And that’s it! See? Not too greedy, right? So I gotsta start saving my pennies.

Anyone else get seasonal affective shopping disorder?

Ok, yet again, I hate to even gratify that “tropical storm” with a post after all the trouble it has caused, but I’m just going to get this out of my system and then we’ll never talk about it again.

First of all, I get it. I get why we freak out and give people the worst case scenario and then freak out some more. It’s supposed to be in the interest of the people. We freak so they are warned and perform the corresponding defensive action.

But if I can “get real” with you all, I think we can all agree that even though “warning the masses” is a helpful side effect of the excessive news coverage and widespread exaggeration of the elements, that is not why it happens.

Ratings. Increased viewers. In short, money. Sorry to get all jaded on you, but the reason you’re watching a montage of the destruction of past New York hurricanes is not because they want you to learn. It’s because people will watch images of destruction. And you watching equals more money for them. Plain and simple.

Ok, now that I have gotten that out of the way, let me preface the next tier of my argument with, I know that some people were severely affected, even in New York. A few people died. (Though I have to call shenanigans on blaming the person who died of a heart attack on the hurricane. Unless he died because the wind startled him so dern much, I think that probably had more to do with his lifestyle.) I also understand that it’s stupid to complain that not enough bad things happened.

But seriously? A few people lost power. A couple of trees lost big branches. The basement of our apartment building flooded a little. But that’s really about it for the oh-so-doomed Long Island. Heck, my train was running when I woke up this morning. (Emphasis on the was…more on that later.) Do you know how easy it is to get a LIRR train at the very least delayed? And this storm (because I will not signify it with the word “hurricane”) couldn’t even accomplish that.

Which brings me to the final tier of my argument. I was going to go all middle school and whine about just how useless a weekend storm is. It’s like a blizzard on Friday night. They’re going to clear the streets in time for school on Monday, but it’s still going to cancel Kimberly’s sleepover on Saturday that you’ve been really looking forward to, mom!!

When I woke up this morning, about six train lines were clear and running. The rest were not. Guess which category my train line was?

But that’s not even the worst part.

So I did the right thing: I dragged myself from bed. I got ready. I slugged some coffee. And I got on my train, which was actually exactly on time.

We went one stop.

Let me repeat, I rode the train for ONE STOP before we were “delayed indefinitely” due to signal troubles at the next station.

One. Uno. Une. Less than two yet slightly more than zero.

I may have done enough heavy breathing and “are you kidding me” eyes to be considered excessive.

Which brings me to the present. The part where I’m standing at Massapequa station (in the sunshine) waiting for my husband to come rescue me.

I shouldn’t be complaining — I get to stay home, right? And if it hadn’t happened in the most inconvenient, roundabout way, I wouldn’t be complaining.

But the fact is, it’s still beyond irritating. And as much as I can rationalize why I shouldn’t be that irritated, I am. And it’s my blog, so I can rant if I want to.

Whine, whine, whine.

Ok, I’m officially done. Now of you’ll excuse me, I’ll be working from home for the rest of the day. Enjoy the gorgeous weather…grumble grumble…

I almost hate to even bring it up because there are already so many people freaking out (see also: my lack of mentioning a certain earthquake), but apparently we’re supposed to have a hurricane this weekend.

My real question is: Am I being super naive by not freaking out? Because I’m just not. And as far as I can tell, no one around me is freaking out either. (By “around,” I mean the people literally in my vicinity and whom I talk to. I know there are people in New York as a whole who are frantic.)

I mean, no one is boarding up windows or piling up their cars to get out of town. The most anyone has done is stock up on groceries and bottled water. (Which we did…but more just to feel involved.)

Part of the problem could be that I don’t watch TV. Any news I get is from online sources, and until NYTimes.com has a giant “GET OUT OF DODGE, KIDDIES!” headline on the homepage, I’m probably going to continue business as usual.

***Edit: Ohhhh, Irony. Turns out the homepage of NYTimes.com is quite similar to that this morning (which I checked about an hour after writing this post…). But for realz, still not sure if I should be fleeing??

Yesterday, my cousin texted me and asked if we were evacuating. I was literally sitting at my desk at work eating my second breakfast. My first thought: “Umm…would that be a good idea?”

I guess I put a lot of faith in the fact that if my life was in danger, more people around me would let me know. That either makes me incredibly self-centered or incredibly useless. Maybe both.

But seriously. As I type this, I’m sitting on the train with the same people I commute with every day. Unless everyone plans on sprinting from the East Coast the second they get out of work today, I feel like I’m not the only one carrying on like this is any other weekend. Albeit one where we will get a lot of rain. But that’s not exactly newsworthy this summer.

I guess what I’m saying is, if I’m missing something, could someone let le know? Because otherwise I just plan on spending the weekend hunkered down with the hubster fixing up the apartment and saying thing like, “Yup, still rainin’.”

I had a whole other idea for today’s post, but something else happened that I feel is a bit more topical.

So we don’t have central air in our apartment, and the last couple of nights we’ve just been sweating it out through this freak heat wave we’ve been having.

The ironic thing is that we actually got an air conditioner (Joey’s old one from his parents), we just couldn’t set it up yet because it didn’t quite fit in the alotted slot in our bedroom. (There’s also a slot in the living room, but we’ll have to buy an air conditioner for out there. We decided the bedroom was priority.) To make it fit, we needed all kinds of sealing foam and a screen to keep anything from the outside world from crawling in.

Then yesterday, my darling of a husband went to a supply store and bought three different kinds of foam and a screen.

“We will not sleep without air conditioning again,” he texted me triumphantly.

If anyone has never had the joy of sleeping without air conditioning during 90-degree temperatures, allow me to paint a picture for you:

The air around you is wet and thick, clinging to everything — your skin, your hair, your bed sheets — not unlike how I imagine the rainforest. Any kind of cover feels like too much, yet (for me at least) it’s hard to sleep totally uncovered.

Everything feels damp, and if you’re lucky enough to actually sleep through the night (which you probably won’t because it’s too hot to sleep), you’re still going to wake up sweaty. You can’t feel rested because you spent most of the night tossing and turning discomfort.

So last night we set the thing up. Joey did most of the work, with me holding things up and overseeing the foam placement (I really don’t want any holes).

Finally it was done. We clicked it on, shut the door, and went to make dinner. After we ate, we tentatively went to check on the progress.

You know that feeling you get when you’re walking outside on a really hot day, and then you finally get to your destination? You step inside, and a wave of cool air washes over you, and suddenly you forget how hot you were. That was exactly what it was like stepping into our bedroom.

We’d had plans to watch a movie, but we wouldn’t bring ourselves to leave this refreshing cave we’d built for ourselves. We went to sleep at ten o’clock.

And when I tell you I slept the deepest sleep of my life last night, I’m not exaggerating. I woke up with a sleep hangover — it took me about five minutes to get my contacts case open.

All I wanted to do was dive back under the covers (that I actually needed).

The difference between our bedroom and the rest of the apartment was so stark, leaving the room was like stepping outside from a meat locker. And I loved it.

We’re only going to have that unit on while we sleep. Once we get a bigger one for the living room, that will be our primary source of cool air. Fortunately, we both work full time, so both units will only run a few hours a day during the week.

And what glorious hours they shall be.

There are few things I detest more than waking up while it’s still dark out. Well, except maybe waking up while it’s dark and freezing out.

It was seven degrees while I waited for the bus today. Seven.

It’s not just that waking up before the sun is unnatural (though I think we can all agree it is). The truly annoying part is that no matter how much sleep I got that night, I will never feel rested if I wake up to darkness.

For example, this weekend I got almost twelve hours of sleep both Friday and Saturday nights. (The fiance and most of my friends were out of town. I’m not usually quite that lame.) So based on SCIENCE, I should have felt super well rested. But on Sunday, I tried to wake up at six to hit the gym. Didn’t happen. And today, I hit snooze about three times before finally lurching from my snuggly comforter.

Early to bed, early to rise, right? So what’s the point of having a responsible bed time if the rising part is still going to feel like a punishment?

I guess there’s always daylight savings. Though losing that hour is kind of a win-lose too.