passed us by. Daylight Saving Time has ended, and every night it’s dark, really dark, at 5 p.m. In my house, we’ll haul out the SAD lights and undertake several unlikable yearly chores, ones we gleefully put off last spring: inventory of who needs new boots; trying to pair the single mittens stuffed into a basket in the darkest corner of the closet; servicing the furnace. Like so many
