I was so thoroughly convinced that yesterday was Friday, that I turned off the alarm clock when I arose. So today ... yep. Overslept by more than an hour.
But by having a PB&J for breakfast, along with only one cup of coffee, I was at work an hour later. And I could swear my truck was moving in slow motion all the way here, no matter what the speedometer said.
20 years ago, I used to get passed every morning by an expensive car with personalized plates which read IMSOL8. Today, I achieved a new level of sympathy for whoever that was.
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We're squarely in the middle of the annual six-week period when it doesn't get dark. But we've noticed that it doesn't seem so bright at our new house, because we're completely surrounded by forest. A half-mile or so down the road, when we reach an area of cleared lots, it suddenly gets brighter.
But sitting out on the deck in the evenings has become our new favorite pastime. Sure, we can hear sounds of human activity, and distant traffic from time to time. But all we can see is trees, and that's okay with us.
Conversation, rather than television, is the center of activity. We've banned gripes about work, co-workers, and all things of that nature, focusing instead on our new home, plans and dreams, and how this is the nicest "resort" we've found in Alaska. I think we'll stay. :)
Sooner or later, though, the air gets too cool, and we have to go back inside.