Zipped file.

Zombie-like days happen during rainy days. Projects get hung. Bed beckons company. Breakfast is eaten in an instant, then snack, then lunch, snack again, dinner. Eyes constantly droop, and body and bones move like a robot.

Winter time in North America should be worse than these. But nope, I could cope better with winter blues.

During winter, the horizon is blazing white, the air is cold, the sun appears like a shielded warrior. But the crispiness of it all jolts you out of your pj's and of your dreams, and you jump unless you want to be frozen stiff. You need to move your limbs and your neck and your heart needs to warm itself by breathing continuously.

I remember my days while still working in Manhattan and jogging in place, just to warm and un-freeze myself while waiting for the bus to Journal Square. I had to constantly rub my gloved-hands together, stomp my booted-feet on ground, wet my glossed lips per second, keep my muffed-ears intact, and hunch my neck inside the woolen muffler.

But when snow fell, and everything was covered white, and kids appeared on bob sleds at the park, it felt wonderful.

Floods were ice slush; mosquitoes were lady bugs; and leptospirosis was non existent over in North America.

Back in Ohio, my faithful dog Spike aka Shadow must still be bloated by this time through the over generous feeding it gets from my sister ; Shadee, its counterpart here in Metro Manila, is just as bloated and as lazy.

Rainy days, I'm like a zipped file; I need to be unzipped quickly. I need a jolt.