I know we're supposed to embrace the cozy season. Blankets, warm drinks, earlier movie nights: all excellent concepts. The neighborhood is in a strange seasonal limbo. Half the porches still have plastic skeletons and pumpkins, and someone down the street has already started putting up Christmas lights. But it's funny how quickly my ambitious evening plans turn into “maybe I'll just stay in” when the sun clocks out before I do.
I mean, I'm all for making the most of my evenings, but it's hard to feel motivated when the sun has already called it a day. Anything that requires leaving the house sounds like a problem for tomorrow's version of me.
At least this time, we got an extra hour of sleep. That's supposed to be the good news, right? The time change everyone looks forward to? To be fair, I did appreciate the idea of having an extra hour to do absolutely nothing. But the universe took that hour right back the moment I looked outside after work. Because it's dark. Already. At five.
Finishing your workday and seeing a dark sky is confusing. It suggests you should have eaten dinner, washed the dishes, and gone to bed two hours ago. My brain sees darkness and sets me for bedtime. Do we really need to go anywhere tonight? Couldn't that errand wait until tomorrow? Isn't staying on the couch a productive way to prepare for winter after all?