muckefuck | That time of year

Here it is, the second week of December, and right on schedule my seasonal depression is kicking in. I imagine when I say that, most of y'all interpret it to mean seasonal affective disorder, but while the lack of light doesn't help, in my case it's something else. This is the height of what I cheekily call Death Season, when all my various death anniversaries start piling up.

The big one, of course, is Cam's. If anyone besides Mozhu remembered, they didn't take the time to reach out, but I guess that's only to be expected after eight years. She has the advantage that her husband's yortsait is only five days later. Over the years, we've marked the dual anniversary in various ways and we're planning to do that again this year.