It is absolutely absurd to see daylight until nearly 8 o'clock at night when the only thing it's illuminating is six-foot high snowbanks. Daylight Savings Time is starting WAY too early.
It is equally bizarre to walk out to a crystal-clear, mind-freezing morning, the kind you usually experience mid-January, and hear spring birds singing.
Surely I'm not alone in this?
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