It is 6:58 am and it is DARK here in Eastern Indiana. Dark, dark and dark. Getting out of bed in the morning is like getting up in the middle of the night. And that ain’t fun. I am in my adjustment period after a summer of waking up to the day’s light.

This is not a time of “up and at them.”

Waiting for Daylight could be a book title, but it is not something that I enjoy psychologically.

UPDATE:

Oh.