POB (partner of blogger) is an early riser. She LOVES the end of Daylight Savings Time because now a few rays that illuminate an otherwise dark sky in her mornings.
Except it is still dark when she gets up to go to the gym. So dark in fact that when, on Monday night/early Tuesday morning, she gets up and goes into the bathroom and starts brushing her teeth, etc., I could not imagine what she is doing. I hear her moving around our room. Drawers opening and closing. I sit up and see a fully clothed POB in gym gear. I turn on the light and look at the clock and look at her. She looks at me and then looks at the clock. It is 12:17am. I look at her. She looks at me. We look at the clock. We take turns looking at each of the three clocks in the room, all of which miraculously show the same time. This continues for what seems like hours but was in fact only seconds or nanoseconds (because everyone was back in jammies by 12:20am).
Finally, POB says, “Ok, I did just get ready for the gym in the middle of the night. But it IS usually dark out when I get dressed.” (As a post-script, she got up and went to the gym on Tuesday morning — she is truly amazing.)
Then, on Wednesday I have to leave the house by 6:30am for a flight to Chicago. It is barely dawn. I spend the day in Chicago, which is an hour earlier, but still it gets dark at 4:30pm (not that that is relevant). This morning I have to leave the hotel at 6:30am in Chicago for my flight back to New York and yes, you guessed it, dawn was just breaking.
My son gets up at 6:30am for school. It is dark. Most people I know get up around that time for work (I, however, do NOT).
So, remind me again, how many more people benefit from the early morning daylight that justifies the sad feelings when twilight comes at 4:30pm?