I was talking to my sister Lori yesterday and we were both complaining about how mentally, emotionally, and physically exhausted we are. It happens to us every January. The long, cold, dark days have tremendous impact on our moods and our energy levels. Thirty years ago, our father passed away on January 22. For the first fifteen years following his death, January was almost unbearable. It seemed like it would never end as we approached that dreadful anniversary every year. So fifteen years ago, Jeff and I decided to get married on January 23 because I needed something positive and happy to cheer me out of my January grief. It…