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MY DARKEST HOUR

"The night is darkest before the first light".

Who said that?

Sort of fucking obvious I would say.

It bears repeating, however, as I ease down the road these bike mornings—lights ablaze, burnin' up the Duracells™—worried about running over a bunny or, worse, a skunk or something. I don't know what the 'something' would be but I worry about it.

Conversely, worried that someone will run down me!

The paper guys are pretty haphazard about which side of the street they are working. Other people pull out in the dark and depend on lights to show if something is coming.

All that.

I think that this is the darkest time in the 6-7 AM time slot.

Daylight Savings runs a bit longer after the equinox than it does before. In other words, when we switch back to DST in April, I will only have a few weeks after the darkest whereas here....................now wait a minute. Maybe it is the other way around.

Shit.

What is true is that it is goddam dark out there now and this will all be history when the clock shifts on Saturday.

I will be glad to see my six really be seven. Is that right?

Anyway. Go on with your day. I hope that there is light at the end of your tunnel.