The last time book-in felt so bad was nearly a year ago when i had to book in immediately for field camp. I still remember that gloom, captured in the sinewy cabin of the fast craft and pitched in the stale yellow light of ancient fluorescent lamps...
This time around, i had to book-in at a time while everyone was still outside in the civilised world. It was awful, for me to still cling onto the last vestiges of the rapidly diminishing festive mood.
Is this related to festive seasonal depression?
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