The Problem with being unemployed in Paris during winter

1. Hardly any overseas visitors to keep things lively
2. It’s too fucking cold to leave the house, which means no exercise and an any ad-hoc “lets catch up for a coffee” invitations are really not appealing
3. It’s grey, so mood-wise, not exactly inspiring
4. Seasonal affective disorder at the same time as unemployment blues is like standing with a wet blanket around your shoulders in a commercial refrigerator.

Everyone has said that this is the longest, coldest, snowiest winter in 50 years. If I can survive this one, then I’m hoping that all the rest will seem like a breeze.