It's that time of year when depression's black dog should be resisted. Dr Johnson was aware of this as one prone to depression. Towards the end of his life between bouts of illness he wrote:
"When I rise my breakfast is solitary, the black dog waits to share it, from breakfast to dinner he continues barking, "
He was not of course referring to the same kind of black dog who obsessively watches the progress of my breakfast after downing his own in tens seconds flat. And to be fair Bertie barks very little.
Still at this time we look constantly for signs of optimism. This morning there was a special sunrise. Later in the walk I was reminded to look at the alder catkins. Even in January some things look to the future.
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