Ides of March

On my way to The Theatre of Pompeii as seer came up to me. Next week will be a truckload of crap she murmured. What? I said. Beware the Ides of March! she wailed. The tides at church? I asked. No! The Ides of March! The Ides of March! Whatever, walking out into a 50ish sunny breezy day. But the SAD stalker was behind awaiting it's chance and soon I would get to dance. This last week was a truckload of CRAP! You know the movie Carrie? or Fellowship of the Ring? Carrie is dead, the horrors are over-little Amy Irving is going to be happy again, it's a beautiful day. She bends down to lay flowers on Carrie's grave and BLAMMO the bloody dirty hand bursts thru the dirt to grab her. Or-Gandalf and gang get past Saruman's avalanche, the squid, the cave-in, the orcs, the falling steps, the balrog...ooops-was that the balrog's whip end that has dragged Gandalf to hell? Well, beware the Ides of March. You will get through the Holidays, the winter doldrums, jonquils will poke their heads out, robins will sing....and then BLAMMO the whip tail end of SAD will sweep around to drag you to hell. Bad depression, melt-down, wursker and wursker. So-for you that didnt go to Cancun or Colorado-I feel your pain. It will pass.