I felt differently about the long nights when I lived in a city with its bright lights and beckoning activity, but in this backwater the brightest lights are the computer monitor and the television screen, and I spend too much time sitting in front of those already. Now I will spend even more. The long nights, in short, are a pain for the butt. But then, if nights didn't get longer and longer all autumn, they wouldn't be able to get shorter and shorter all winter, and the nights getting shorter is one of the very few things I like about winter.
Besides, I wouldn't want to deprive the kangaroos of their spring and summer. That would just be churlish. I'll just live with the lengthening nights, and try to keep the whining about it to a minimum. It could be worse, after all. I could have been an Alaskan.
