My eyes droop. I feel like I’ve eaten three chocolate cakes. Time to quit work and think about dinner? Not so much. It’s only 3 p.m. I call these Russia days, especially those on which the sun refuses to appear. The only thing that saves me from despair is that my friend and I count down days to the Winter Equinox when we begin getting an extra minute of light daily. But, wait! We’re screwed this year. That extra minute of light starts on December 21st — the day we spin off into the biosphere. Now, I really hate those Mayans.
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