Bit late on posting this one - or early, if you look at it another way (as we are prone to do), but the sentiment is still the same, if not a wee bit more darker (internally & externally).
As evidenced by it's comparative virility via shares on The Book of Faces, many tens of thousands of folks felt the same exact way as what this panel depicted. The solemnity of the seasonal event been duly noted here before: the summer solstice is a personal turning point insofaras tolerating the Interior. It's the most depressing day in many ways, but the paradoxical perversity of being being exceptionally cheerful come December 22nd makes up for it in many ways. Call it a six-month-long mood swing: never mind the holidays, emotionally and mentally I start to pick up like the ears on a sled dog turning in to the home stretch.