I’m diggin’ the time change. I knew I would. What’s not to like? A little darker when I’m usually asleep anyway, and lighter when I’m heading home. On Tuesdays and Thursdays I wake up to the freshness of a new morning, driving through dawn. It feels like those cool, fresh mornings at the onset of our family road trips of my childhood, when we’d drive to Ohio to see the relatives. The car is packed, and the world is not quite awake yet (and neither is the traffic!) And then, on the other hand, when I’m driving home each day, it doesn’t feel like my day is already over — it’s still on!
In other news, I feel I’m a sunshine leech. I’m some reverse-vampire who shrivels in darkness and comes alive in the sunshine. Seasonal Affective Disorder is very real to me. And I hate it.
And this cold winter is still bitin’ me in the butt. Maybe I should go live on the equator.