Seasonal affective disorder

Winds picked up and the weather turned cold a few days ago. Smelled like firewood chopping weather. Then I had to get back to class; my five minute break was over.

Nearly all of my life has been guided by the seasons: football season, hunting season, trip leading season, fire season, and so on, across jobs and continents, moving in accordance with weather and opportunity. Not this year. From winter through spring, summer, and now fall the season has remained unchanged for me: nursing school. Or perhaps not unchanged, instead unheeded. Rather than move camp I have kept the same scenery and routine in spite of the changing seasons. Trips were still led, fires fought, classes taught, and deployments undertaken, apples picked, firewood chopped, and fish caught, but they were all done by someone else.

I’m not real happy with my current circumstance, thankfully the human organism is infinitely adaptable and capable of surviving most anything for limited periods of time. And this time is limited to only about 10 more weeks. What happens then is anyone’s guess.