Run-by NaNo update

Very busy today. In case you don't notice the publish time, it's not 7:00 yet. I haven't been up long enough to formulate an opinion on sunlight this early, but I'm not yet willing to concede that it's all right.

Wednesday (11/1) I wrote for a grand total of 45 minutes, and yesterday (11/2) I wrote for a total of 75 minutes (yesterday was two blocks). I'm telling you because I knew you were dying to know, and because I haven't been writing upstairs and therefore haven't plugged the numbers into my spreadsheet. I'm going to forget soon, and today is likely the day I will. I need to have it recorded somewhere!

Briefly, because I know you're also dying to know why I'm up so early, Vicky has an appointment at 8:00, then we have our Friday classes at 9:30. We'll get home about 3:00, maybe, if I don't sneak out during class to go to the herb store. If I do that after school, we'll get home closer to 3:30. Everyone will want dinner tonight, no doubt, and I have to write something, there will be chores to do, and various other fun things. Maybe I'll get to the hot tub tonight. Or maybe not. Who knows at this time of day?

I hate time change

I've just about exhausted the friends, neighbors, and family members with my gritching. I think I got everyone, so now it's your turn.

I hate time change.

Hate it.

I hate that it gets dark at 5:00. I'd much rather have my extra hours of darkness at the START of the day, thank you. Yeah, I know, kids at the bus stop are more visible if it's light. My almost-6'-tall kid rides a 20" bike to school voluntarily at 7:00 in the morning. I get the visibility thing. But there's this stuff called reflective gear. It's not fashionable, but it does make one more visible in semi-darkness.

The trouble with early darkness is that it tells my brain it's time to go to sleep. I'm ready to go to bed at 7:00, but I still have stuff to do. The brain is willing, but the body is unable. I'm conflicted enough as it is, thank you, I don't need Mother Nature contributing.

You do know who's responsible for this, right? It was Ben Franklin's idea. Yeah, Mr. Go Fly A Kite In A Thunderstorm. I think he got zapped a little too hard. (If he were a child now, do you think he really would go play in traffic if his mother told him to?) Really, just because he lives by "early to bed, early to rise" do the rest of us have to, too? The least he could have done was finished the electricity gig so we could have gotten a jump-start on the lighting thing. Can you imagine how awesome home lighting could be if he'd beaten Thomas Edison to the lightbulb? We'd all be paying ConFrank now instead of ConEd, but we wouldn't care about early darkness quite so much.

I think the thing I hate most about time change is that it happens twice a year and there's not a darn thing I can do about it. Except grumble when it gets dark at 5:00.