With the crazy manipulation of the clock come lots of grumbles.
It gets dark so early, my friends groan. (It’s pretty likely that you know some folks with a similar complaint.)
My sympathy with anyone who suffers from S.A.D., seasonal dis- affective disorder.
I get it: all that gloom has a way of landing. You go out at 5pm and there’s no sunlight.
There are some remedies to the S.A.D.ness.
This is not my endorsement; it’s just a suggestion.
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