It took nearly a frigging year for the system to check itself and realize that Nomad was over. A frigging year! FRIG! It was April 4th, 2005 when my brain suddenly realized that I had a job, a home, and that my depression was going into remission. Then it proceeded to announce this to me as if it were breaking news. The result was something like electrocution, except good. It wasn't just a change in the mind, but the entire body, like a warm summer wind gusting through cobwebs. I began to trip.It's probably no coincidence that Daylight Savings had been the day before. (one of the holiest days in the Spacilalist calender) In fact, it fuels a theory I'm working on that a good portion of my brain actually shuts down for the winter, making it impossible to register change in the environment. It's probably a defense mechanism to keep Winter stimulus out, but in this case it ended up making things worse. I'm not sure whether I'll need it this year or not, but I am choosing not to think about it at the moment.Winter can wait.