I’ve always been a night person by nature, and even having my own personal lark-of-the-morning in the person of our son has not changed that entirely. But night-owl or no, I’m having a problem with one particular aspect of our move: the unconscionably early arrival of darkness.
We’ve moved enough north that the winter days are perceptibly shorter than they were down in Indy, but we’ve also moved into the very eastern-most outpost of the Central time zone. The two in combination mean that it is 4:45 p.m. as I write this, and the sun has set completely. It isn’t twilight; it’s fully dark, and we’ve another month to go until midwinter’s day. I don’t want to think about what time sunset will be at that point. It feels odd, being a night-flyer in what is essentially the late afternoon. On the other hand, there are certainly abundant opportunities for star-watching.
Update: In an excess of pessimism, I went and looked up when sunset officially occured today. It was at 4:20 p.m., less than an hour after J. got off the school bus. Bleah.