We’re in the thick of winter, so I’ve been feeling really out of sorts lately, not able to find much joy in anything, instead biding my time until the sun starts shining again. Some of you may not know this (although most of you do), but I suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder, and in January and February of most years deal with incapacitating depression – so bad that I rarely leave the house during the winter, and when I do I get extremely anxious and claustrophobic and short tempered.
Knowing this, I stay at home as much as possible, depending on the kindness of my wonderful husband to bring the good stuff to me. And he doesn’t let me down. Just today he surprised me with a lunch of a corned beef sandwich and matzoh ball soup from Danny’s Deli. He does the grocery shopping most of the time, too. He’s a keeper.
A keeper who brings me something for breakfast that actually manages to lift my spirits. I’m quite particular about certain things, and bagels and smoked salmon are two of those things. My dear husband loves me enough that at my request, he got up at the ass crack of dawn to get me super fresh water bagels from Block’s (BTW, a pox on Panera, who wouldn’t know a good bagel if it bit them in the ass, yet charges you a king’s ransom for a subpar product – stick to bread, salads and soups, folks), then hauled his cookies across town to go to Trader Joe’s to get me the one kind of smoked salmon I like (for the record – their sockeye, which is more smoky than fishy, and is a steal at $4.99 for 4 ounces).
So thanks to my sweetie, my breakfast today was a garlic bagel with scallion cream cheese and a nice thick layer of smoked salmon. I don’t tell him nearly enough how much he means to me – I honestly don’t know how I would get through the winter without him. A lot of people expect grand romantic gestures as a proof of love, for me, it’s about the small things – about him being thoughtful enough to go out of his way (and with very little sleep) to do something that he knew would be a bright spot in not only my day, but my entire week. I love you, Paul Hope to return the favor this summer when I’m feeling like myself again.