Entering Cabin Fever Country

Native Mainers recognize the inevitability of that mid to late winter phenomenon known as cabin fever. It's brought on by limited daylight, favorite teams either out of contention or not playing at the moment, snow, more snow, too damn much snow and a mix of salt and slippery conditions everywhere, depressing news, cold and a general limitation on outdoor activity unless you're a skier, snowboarder or like running naked from the sauna to a hole chopped through the ice where you jump into water cold enough to provoke immediate cardiac trauma.
Symptoms include buying strange food or really useless things on eBay, depression, familial homicide, rudeness to close friends, embarrassing behavior at town meeting and a recurring thought that maybe moving to Florida and taking up shuffleboard might not be such a bad idea.
Fortunately we have a built in series of cures. First, the Red Sox start spring training and 98% of the population starts getting wicked hyped over the thought of kicking the crap out of the Yankees all summer. Snow starts melting and seed catalogs clog the mailbox.