I never really paid that much attention to the weather and its effect on me as I age, though looking back I can see how that effect explains a lot. This winter has been rather instructive.
Yesterday another miserable cold wet day. I'm alright with really cold and sunny or even a snow. I'm good with warm, of course. Just above the freezing mark and rain is really unpleasant.
I never have mood issues because its dark, like some shrinks say is a thing; some sort of depression because of short days and long nights. What I have suspected, though, is my mood is geared more to barometric pressure, so more a physiological effect than psychological.
I've been tracking that a bit, lately, and the correlation is pretty consistent. I'll check the glass if I notice my being unusually (well, that's a matter of opinion, of course. Grin!) down or easily annoyed. Yep, seems to be an internal barometer at play. Makes sense, too, when you think back to pre-agrarian times when one's survival had one physiologically attuned to ones environment, seeking shelter after nature warns you of impending hard weather.
Yesterday was one of those days, cold and wet. Painful. I imagine Mike felt it even more than me. A hot wood-stove bringing the temperature up well above what the thermostat setting allows certainly took the edge off. Poppet, who is now an ancient cat at 16 years, tends to agree, making me believe it isn't just us who suffers this effect:
Still, I was pretty low and grumpy even though I had another of the pride in the lap, the stove making the front room warm and dry, should have been pretty chipper, really. Then I looked at the glass:
That is trop storm low, and a little water actually dripped into the catch-pan below. Explains a lot!