Saturday Sky: It Gets Early Late Out There

Normally I'm a pretty early riser, but in the dead of winter I find it harder to get motivated in the dark: instead of springing out of bed I ooze unwillingly from under the covers and down to start getting Taz ready for his van. The upside, however, is that even a slug can catch the dawn.


Lovely as it is, I'll be happy when it comes a little earlier.