Nothing doing

Or rather, doing nothing.
I’m beginning to feel the effects of Seasonal Affective Disorder, which I usually get when it starts getting dark earlier in August.
Not bad enough for medication, and I know it will disappear like magic when the longer days come again. That would be about three weeks after Christmas.
So I’m trying to distract myself with crosswords and a good Victorian detective novel. Luckily I have loads of them.