This morning the sun rose at 7:30 a.m. and set at 4:27 p.m., producing nine hours of daylight. I spent all of those nine hours plus some at the desk. Then at 5:00, I wondered why my hips were tight and my butt was numb, and also, how was it already dark?

We’re ten days from the shortest day of the year. Ten days until official winter. Ten days until we start stealing minutes back from the night.

Have you started thinking about what you’re going to do with those extra moments of light?

Are you dreaming big? Making plans? Maintaining the status quo? Are you thinking this is the winter you’ll ski 100 days? Learn to bake bread? Write that book? Take that road trip across the west? Or is it just one more season in which to grow a little older, a little wiser? A few more months to love a little better?

Ten more days and we start again.