One of those first signs of Spring will come a little earlier this year when we set our clocks forward on March 11, instead of the first Sunday in April, as we normally do. I’m thrilled. Or at least as thrilled as I can be considering how depressed I get every year as soon as I set my clock back an hour in the Fall. It’s not all because of the early darkness; a lot of my lethargy has to do with the weather. The darkness has a lot to do with it though. Now if I could just move to a warmer climate, I might not be playing Russian Roulette by the end of February each year.