Thursday also means the next day is Friday, which is followed by two days generally spent in the house that I love, or with friends that I love and rarely get to see.  

Today, however, I missed yoga, because of a wretched grant deadline, and we had the first rainfall and therefore the first dark day of the year.  Truly, it was the first time that wet stuff fell from the sky since April.  And although I find some comfort in the rain- it means I don’t feel pressured to get out and enjoy yet another perfectly gorgeous California day- I struggle with the darkness, and I know that with daylight savings just a few days away, we’ll be plunged into dark all the earlier.  

But it was still a good day, for a few reasons: I work with really smart and fun people; we’re almost done with the grant; and there is such possibility in my world right now that how can I feel dimmed by a dark sky.  I can’t help but obsessively watch the electoral map and pray for more blue.  And I can’t help but daydream huge swaths of my day away.  This is a turning point on so many levels, and I’m almost sick with anticipation.