M y husband hates January. He feels bad about it. He told me so. He said something along the lines of, “I’m sorry that I hate your birthday month (more on that next week), but it’s cold and dark and can you really blame me?” It’s sweet of him to apologize but I don’t take it personally. His problems with winter generally and January specifically don’t have anything to do with the sunny season we see—with only the most infrequent of snow flurries—here in the desert. His issues with the months immediately following Christmas are tied up with the five years he spent in school in South Bend, Indiana, a corner of the world that only sees the sun for eight hours a day…