So you don't think I should tie a piece of raw meat to a pole duct taped to my semi clothed body and run across the frozen tundra pursued by wolves (like on that commercial) to perhaps jolt myself out of my winter depression?

I bet it would work for me,

Am I ranting? I thought perhaps it was along the lines of raving...raving maniac.....I have cabin fever....

I do not know why they call it cabin 'fever' when you are freezing. If I got a fever perhaps I could save on my heat bill and irritate the Saudi king. Not to mention if Hugo gets in any worse of a mood, I am in real trouble....I can't even manage a hot flash right now....where are those things when you need them???

My brain is telling me to 'adaptively' curl up in a ball under 3 quilts, and six pillows and a big yellow dog balanced on top, and eat expensive Swiss chocolate bars with almonds, and stay there until it gets over 32 degrees farenheit, which at this rate could take at least 8 weeks.

I suppose I could construe that as depression. I encourage any shrink to cure this with meds...maybe ClubMed.

I love the septic tank analogy....for some reason I can really relate to that.