Lose an hour; gain an evening

I sort of feel almost-somewhere-close-to-normality today. I have a bit of energy and my appetite has returned a tad. Maybe I just needed a rest. I slept very well last night, and for a long time.  Today we are taking it easy and looking forward to the joys of British Summer Time starting overnight tonight!
Is it just me that feels like we’ve had a long, drawn-out, ultra-cold, extra-aching Winter? It must be psychological as I’m sure we had a pretty mild November and December, so it’s not like it’s been six months of Frozen Hell. I guess that heavy snow in mid-March has skewed my perception of the whole season. That might also explain why March 24th seems to have arrived before I’d even realised that February was over. Where the Hell have the past three weeks gone? If you were to ask me - and for the purposes of this sentence I’m pretending you have - ‘what have you done in March?’ I would struggle to answer you. The entire month has drifted by in a blink of snow and a period of discomfort. 
I feel I may have been swimming in Lake SAD without necessarily realising it. Five months since we started GMT, so it’s nearly half a year since we’ve had a nice long evening of light. That shit catches up with you. Well, it catches up with me anyway. In years gone by I’ve been aware of it, but now I only seem to be realising what’s been going on retrospectively. It’s hard to deal with something ‘in the moment’ when you’re not even certain what hour it is. Hopefully now we’ve passed the equinox I can start to recharge and the extended days will bring me back to something approaching Rory.

I hope some of this has made sense. Physically I’m improving but my mind, and typing skills, still seem a wee bit depleted.
SEE YOU IN BRITISH SUMMER TIME!!!!!

RC 24-3-18