Well, not really. I have got the light on, and the little one is on the X-box, but I’m looking out the window and it is pretty dark. Pretty dark, that is, for 5.41 pm. Clocks went back on the weekend. It’s a strangely familiar view, like I’ve been there not so long ago. It makes those long summer days that I enjoyed seem like a dream. I did enjoy about 7 months of it-not-being-pitch-black-at-5.41pm.

The other thing about the dark is that it affects my eating. In the height of summer, I never felt hungry until about 8 or 9 pm. Now, at 5, I’m thinking about food. Speaking of which, at 5.44 pm, I’m in search of dinner.