An Attempt to Banish My Seasonal Affective Disorder?

Alas! We lingered too long at table at The Dept. tonight, so I will have to observe Brian's cravat choice after 10 p.m. EST on The Internets. I caught only a glimpse of buttery yellow, reminiscent of whipped Betty Crocker Deluxe Yellow cake batter, criss-crossed with a pale blue grid. Again, I question this rush headlong into the vernal equinox while we yet linger in the dregs of February. Yet, I understand it. It may well be that Brian Williams, like me, suffers from Seasonal Affective Disorder and is hoping to banish, in his own sartorial way, the clinging gray chill of Winter's icy grip. Rather than tsk in dismay, I should be appreciative. Now I feel chastised by guilt. Sigh.