SAD (Seasonal disAffective Disorder)

Fresno's annual low cloud and fog cover appears angelic as you drive from out of it on Kings Canyon Road (Hwy 180 East). [Not my photo -- I found it on Google. It beautifully captures the spectacle of the San Joaquin Valley fog line. All the ascending roads out of the valley offer spectacular views of this phenomenon.]

One of the big "gee whiz, how hard it must be for them poor buggers" stories on the news is the one about Seasonal disAffective Disorder (SAD) (My acronym for it). They keep that one on the standby shelf in case there's no news about terrorists.
SAD (Seasonal disAffective Disorder) is supposed make a lot of people just a little sadder than usual at this time, wintertime, and it can be a bear to deal with in a gray San Joaquin Valley. I used to suffer greatly as a teenager. Which doesn't explain why people get absolutely miserable in springtimes.
The suns's back, everything should be fine, right? But NOOOOOOO. When all the cute couples are out holding hands and all the thugs are out terrorizing the sidewalks of Fresno again, and you ain't got nobody, you feel like a total loser. They don't have name for that, do they, other than "go-pop-a-pill-to-feel-bettertime (presented by Pfizer)." Of course, spring is when cute people start showing lots of skin skin in public again. Which ought to cheer you up.
Barack will be president by then, the stimulus package will have public works projects going, and there will be lots of construction workers about...