Wednesday, September 12, 2012
In a few weeks, when we change the clocks again, it will be even worse. Oh, I do walk in the dark, sometimes, but I certainly can see a lot more and the forest is a lot more active during the day. I don’t walk down the mountain to Beaver Creek in the dark—the footing on those paths is not conducive to that even when I wear a headlamp. Maybe if I was 20 and not decades older than that and didn’t have a bad knee, but since I don’t rule the universe, that’s not going to happen either.
Instead, I try to pack as much as I can into the few minutes of daylight I have. Still, the chickens need attending to and the dogs have to go out. Sometimes evenings are more of a rat race than they are relaxing. Such is life, I guess. I have to make time to take time slowly and do the best I can.