I wish whoever saved all the daylight would give it back.

For some reason, I’m having a tough time this year adjusting to the fall time change. Maybe it’s because my Indiana body is still resisting the adoption of this silly custom (we’ve only done this since 2006) or maybe I’m just getting old, but I’m really struggling. My circadian rhythm just won’t dance.

I drive to work in the dark. I drive home in the dark. Try as I might, I can’t convince my body that it really is only 6pm and that I’ve got no less time to accomplish the sameĀ things I easily master on bright summer evenings. I want to eat more and exercise less. I want to cook heavy, comforting meals instead of healthy, refreshing alternatives. I long to curl up under a blanket and read until I fall asleep.

But I’ve got stuff to do.

I have kids to shuttle, articles to write, miles to grind. It may be dark, but I’ve got places to go and people to see. Somehow, I’ve got to light my own way.

Life doesn’t stop when the sun goes down.

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