I don't know about you, but February is a struggle. Every year I feel something is seriously wrong with my life. I am sure I have some serious disease, or I am depressed, or both. Knowing this happens every February, however, doesn't seem to make any difference. I am irritable, melancholy and anxious. Today was very mild in the Catskills -- 55 degrees with some sun -- and my mood lifted somewhat. Otherwise, I would like to crawl into bed and stay there until March.