I'm a big fan of the holiday season. I grew up in Denver, CO and locals will tell you the city enjoys 300 days of sunshine a year. Just like San Diego.

Omaha, NE does not have 300 days of sunshine. In the fall/winter it's usually gray and daylight is a bit shorter. Officially its 10 minutes shorter, but it feels a lot shorter. From Nov. 1 to Dec. 21 I am losing 2 minutes of daylight every 24 hours. The holidays signal longer days and sunshine are only weeks away.
Last year I considered buying one of those seasonal affective disorder lights before realizing I have an LED light that can get to the magical 10,000 Lux level. I place it 24-inches from my face for 30 minutes in the morning. Or, I should say, that's what they recommend.
What I do is get progressively crankier, drink a bit more, and shop for housing in other cities/countries. And eat. There's lots of cookies and candies and other fun things to take up my time.
Knowing this, my lovely bride sees me deep in thought in front of the laptop. She asks where I'm house-hunting today.
"Burlington, VT," I say.
We don't know anything about Burlington, VT, she says. We don't know anyone IN Burlington, VT.
I stop her before she gets to the part about VT being colder, snowier, and definitely darker than Omaha. "I can see where you're going with this," I say. "I'm just letting the mind wander a bit. That's all."
I leave out mentioning the climate migration story that popped up my social media feed and close the laptop. However, I'll wait a day or two before stopping the order for the Rover's heavy duty rubber mats and snow chains.
You never know.
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