Winter solstice

The shortest day of the year.

I get up, it's dark. I brush my teeth, it's dark. I eat breakfast, it's dark. I pull out of the driveway, the sun starts to rise. I head home, the sun is setting. I pull in the driveway, it's dark. I have to say I'm just not a fan of it being dark an hour before my 6:30 dinner.

The good news is every day for the next six months will be a little bit longer.

JB