Daylight Losing Time
It’s that time of year in Seattle when the rain envelops the house like an aqueous living thing, making digestive gurglings in the gutters and downspouts. Combine that with the glacier of darkness advancing inexorably as we approach the solstice, nibbling constantly at the habitable space of daylight we so profligately enjoyed in the summer, and you have a perfect recipe for stupefying lethargy, or at least a reason for another drink. The sun, when visible at all, is as evanescent as the Girl From Ipanema, except the glimpses you catch are not from a table at a sidewalk cafe, but from the 20th floor of an assisted living facility, and may merely be a calendar on a windowless wall, for all your ability to focus.
