It is appalling to me how quickly we are losing daylight around here. You too? I mean, it happens every year, at approximately the same rate, so one would think that I would be expecting it, and therefore, be not appalled. But I am. One month ago, on September 7, the sun set at 7:36 p.m. Today, it'll set at 6:39 p.m. Here, I'll do the math for you. That's almost an hour. In one month (OK, that's not really math, but whatever). That's not counting the daylight we've lost on the other end, which doesn't seem to bother me as much--probably because I'm mostly still in bed when we're not getting that sunlight.
The other day, Bubby came home from school and told me that his teacher had asked the class if the sun rises and sets at the same time each day. Bubby continues to insist that it does, despite myriad evidence to the contrary. When I point out to him that it used to be light out when we were driving home from football practice, and now it is not, he stubbornly insists that the sun rises and sets at the same time every day, and even if it doesn't, it should.
The dark is the hardest part of winter for me. Not because I don't like the dark--I think it's actually kind of cozy--but because I can't see to drive in the dark as well anymore. I can blame it on the car's headlights (and it's true--they're not very bright (which is not necessarily a commentary on their intelligence)), but the truth of the matter is, I'm getting older, my eyes included. That's kind of a hard truth to confront, every now and then, when I realize that various of my parts don't work like they used to. The good news is, once we hit Christmas (actually, a few days before Christmas), the days start getting longer again. And Christmas is only 79 days away. Although I suppose some of y'all might not consider that news to be good, exactly.