It’s not even five-thirty and it’s dark out, which is always a bad transition for me. Seeing the sunset’s progress and aftermath, even through windows, makes me tired. It’s hard to be tired at five-thirty. I usually get over it by seven, but then I’m not sure how long I want to stay up. The to do list items for nighttime are a lot less fun unless you can stay up until two. If you can, theoretically, stay up until two in the morning and have a fine wake-up time the next morning, you can do pretty much anything. But if you can’t stay up until two, it impairs what you can set out to do. Rhyming. Woo. Hoo.