saturn.

this is it, my ninjas.
the last day of saved-up daylight time.
tomorrow morning,
sunshine and moonlight tell all your mutha-b!tchin' clocks
that they need to fall the F* back, son.
we gain an hour of night,
but still keep the day at 24 of 'em overall.
mostly,
a little more restful relaxation is on the docket.
about 60 minutes worth, by my math.
that means slightly brighter grays in the a.m.,
and deeper darknesses for the mid-afternoon.
not that it would make much difference up here lately.
it's been sunless and pale-lit
and paltry in the bright, bright, bright department.
in fact,
it's prime conditions for vitamin D deficiency,
and seasonal affective light deprivation disorders.
but only if you're a wingey mink-pantsed diaper baby.
vikings don't get all sad and mincey about the shadowy suckiness,
and it stays brutally dark out up in the northern reaches
for six whole flippin' months.
they never even heard of saving daylight.
they made up for it with axe-chop beheadings,
and plunder,
and pillaging,
and stealing some tasty ladies from their native lands...
y'heard?
you just have to embrace the dungeony darkness within.
that's word.
and then,
all of a sudden, you realize some things:
that real ninjas do real sh!t under cover of night;
that stars look invisible during the day;
that fires seem cozier when they cast a golden glow;
that tea and toast taste better in the dawn's early action an' that.
word.
right now, however, in these sunless lands,
it feels like 9ish because it IS 9ish.
that's comforting.
i can't hold a tune very well,
but i can keep the rythym circadian like a mutha-ucka.
my biological clock is attached to dynamite,
and it's ticking towards a TNT tomorrow.
time gets taken.
and there's no making up for lost amounts.
substitutions will not be tolerated.
it's not like baking, y'know?
applesauce = eggs in a cake recipe,
but now try scrambling applesauce.
awwwwww, man.
it loses a whole mess of something in translation.
take your time, duders;
never quiet, never soft.....