Well, I planned to write this at the exact moment of the Solstice, which according to my Queer Eye For the Straight Guy daily calendar was 1:35 PM, but at that moment I was working on knitting my first sock. So, plan B. I write this as it starts to get dark.
It’s the Winter Solstice, ladies and gents. It is the shortest day of the year, the longest night of the year. Rick wished me a “Happy First Day of Winter” earlier, but given how much I hate winter, I corrected him. I told him to wish me a Happy Solstice or a Happy Yule. Because those two words mean that it’s always darkest before the dawn. No matter how cold it gets from here on out, tomorrow starts the return of the light. Each day will get a little longer. And while the cold irritates me to no end, I think the real reason my temper is on a short leash is the lack of daylight. I am stuck in an office while the sun shines, and I resent coming home in the dark. But after today, minute by minute, my friend the light will return.
Blessed be.