It’s that time again–darkness in the morning when I awake. All those lovely summer mornings when I opened my eyes and saw light. Gone. Done. Even darker mornings coming. It’s harder on these mornings to wake up and get going. At least it’s still warm, and I don’t lie huddled in bed unable to face the cold and dark air.
I wish we could change back to standard time now. The mornings would be light, when I need extra sunlight. Early sunset does not bother me one bit. I’m tired by evening and ready to turn on the lamps, sit on the couch, and rest. A 5 o’clock dinner doesn’t feel like I’m eating in the middle of the afternoon.
On Tuesday we had a later dinner, 6 o’clock. Terry had worked late at his volunteer job. I had baked a turkey after prepping four quarts of blackberries and making jam. It had been a long day and dinner preparations took even longer. Darkness started to fall right after dinner so Terry raced out to hand water the areas in the front yard that don’t get taken care of by the sprinklers. I took my book and headed to the back of the house after closing all the drapes and turning off the lamps. Although not quite 8 o’clock, it was dark. I was done for the day.
Today I head out to Columbia to resume my school chaplain duties. I have three alarm clocks to deliver to the attendance officer. She told me last week that she had a father waiting for one. I have a story to tell the first graders. I have schedules to give to the second grade teachers for my story times with them. Yes, this year all the second grade classes will hear a story once a month. What better use of my time? Let’s turn on the lights and get the day started.