The January Blues

I really don't have any reason to be depressed but I definitely have the mid-winter blahs. My husband has a cold with a nasty cough and I have to restrain myself from holding a pillow over his face, even though he has moved into the guest room for the duration, and usually I'm a little more patient when he's sick.
I have been practicing retail therapy, which, for me, is all on-line. I have ordered two different sets of tin ceiling samples because I have decided I am NOT going to strip the wallpaper off the ceiling in the north parlor.
I also ordered some clothes, all on end-of-the-season sale. Most of them are practical but I got myself a new bustle suit. Which I didn't really need but. . .
My creative juices have dried up and blown away. I am struggling to write stories on bid openings for county sewer projects, the sort of thing I can usually zip out with my eyes closed. I have a couple of ideas for fiction but they just lie there, staring at me.
I went and reread some of my old fan fiction and some of it was pretty darn good! I wonder where that writer has gone.
Maybe I should try therapy. A therapist has been recommended to me and if these blahs don't clear up by spring (along with husband's cough) I may give it a go.
Anyone have any cheery news in their life?