Transition.

Like Sherry, I am all too aware of the shortening days and the diminishing daylight. The sky is nighttime-dark when I wake, faintly grey when I leave the house, and nightime-dark when I return. I have a bit of daylight between the bus station and my office on the front end, and some days a bit more at lunch.

This is the time of year when I don't get much outdoor exercise during the week, because I no longer run or bike in the dark (not since an unfortunate incident back when I lived in Seattle, involving my nose and a rather large and solid lightpost) and I hate running in downtown Denver, especially during the lunch rush. So my weekday workouts remain indoors.

As a result, since we moved I've had a hard time fitting in exercise. I'm trying to keep my lunch hours free for yoga or spinning, but already this week it seems I have only a single lunch slot open to sweat. I'd hoped I could work out at the end of the day on occasion, but I have meetings and other obligations several days this week. I've been an early-morning exerciser for over a decade now, and I'm finding it a huge challenge both to go cold-turkey on the pre-dawn workouts and to try to find a suitable regular alternative. It's really only been a week and I doubt I've actually gained weight or lost much fitness, but I feel restless and out-of-sorts and heavy-limbed and ungainly. Coupled with the effects of shrinking daylight and disappearing sunshine, I can feel the swing of my mood begin a downward arc.