There Is (Not) Sunshine In My Soul

In the last nine, count 'em, nine days, the sun has shone a grand total of eight hours.  Clearly there is no sunshine in my soul as a result.  Instead, Seasonal Affective Disorder seems to be taking place.  This is kind of what it looks like:

Yeah, good times here in the Midwest.  Good, good times.  And today's post is the 400th here in the Den.  My first post was about the weather and so's my 400th.  That's kind of sad.