I think I've already tooted my own horn regarding the fact that I've been getting up at six a.m. every morning since I've been back in America to make breakfast for my Dad. (If he had his way it would be me getting up at five instead, or even four.)
The crazy thing about living out here though, at least in spring and summer, is that the sun doesn't go down until after nine p.m. These days it rises before I get up at six a.m.
I don't mind too much, but every day is a reminder at how dark and dreary fall and winter will get here, with the sun going down around five or so.
Time -- how does that work?
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