So.

Apparently yesterday was the most depressing day of the year.

I believe it.

The weather wasn't too bad. Cold, yes. But not so bad. So it wasn't that. But for whatever reason, yesterday was just awful. It was one of those days - that thankfully do not happen very often - where you just feel as though nothing you do is worth anything.

With apologies to Douglas Adams (may he not panic in peace) I've always referred to these as my 'long dark teatimes of the soul.'

And they almost always happen in January, come to think of it.

So it pleases me no end to find out that not only has someone researched this phenomenon, but there is actually a mathematical formula for it - although very few of the values there seem to apply to me...

But still. There's math involved, so it must be true. And I can say 'It's not me, it's the math.'

Today has been quite lovely, by the way.