With the recent time change and ending of Daylight Savings Time, some of us have entered a new season: the Months of Never Being Home During Daylight (Except on the Weekends).
Our entire daylight hours are spent somewhere other than where we live. We inhabit our houses only during the hours when it is dark outside, like some sort of reverse vampire. It is dark when we leave the house in the morning, and dark when we come home. We have no idea what things look like outside our house. When the weekend comes, and we finally do get a peek at our environs, we wonder where all the leaves have gone. Entire new housing developments could spring up around us. Santa could establish a workshop on the roof of our homes. And we would have no idea, although it might be difficult to keep the reindeer quiet.
We rarely see any of our neighbors during these months, and we may forget who they are entirely by the end of the winter: "You live here? Really? Huh. I guess you do look familiar, though."
After coming home, eating, and puttering around, our bodies declare that since it has been dark for several hours now, it is time to go to bed.
"It's 8:30," we say. "We are not going to bed at 8:30."
Things are not all bad, however. The darkness is a very good excuse for putting off certain items on the outdoor to-do list.
"You've been wanting to get that garden stuff put away," the Hero reminds me one morning. "It's going to be warm tonight, maybe you could do it when you get home."
"Can't," I say smugly. "It's dark by then."
Yep, all there is to do in the evening is stay indoors. Read. Be a couch potato.
Maybe even go to bed at 8:30.
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