Historically, January is the month of hunger and darkness, the month after the winter solstice when the parties are over and the lights extinguished, and all we can do is sit patient for Spring to arrive.There’s an old tradition of January being the wolf moon; the time when wolves, bone thin and ravenous from the winter’s lack would descend upon villages to steal livestock, their fear of man overcome by their need for food.
Nowadays people have Seasonal Affective Disorder and huge post-Christmas overdrafts. People panic at three inches of snow. We have central heating and allergies, and personal trainers.
Think I’d prefer the wolves.