Today marks the winter solstice, the day of the year when the least of the sun’s rays reach us down here on Earth.
Today in Chicago, the sun rose at 7:15 a.m. and sets again at 4:23 p.m. Compare that to the summer solstice, the longest day of the year, when the sun rises at 5:16 a.m. and sets at 8:29 p.m.
Here in Chicago we got our first snowfall of the year that stuck, right after a day of torrential rain. I’m sort of terrified to see the block of ice I imagine my car to be encased in this morning.
But in other news, it’s the winter solstice, and we’re all still alive! Barely, because Christmas is next week, and I have been up until 2 in the morning every night, baking after work. I am exhausted, as is Papa Bear, who does not have a single day off in December besides Christmas day.
But now everything is done and I head into the weekend before Christmas in a barbershop, which means I’ll just be holding on for dear life until Christmas day, when Papa Bear and I will have had Christmas with both families in the preceding weeks and get our first Christmas as a married couple off together with nothing to do.
We have decided to turn our living room into a fort, get a couple of bottles of champagne, some Thai food, and have a Lord of the Rings trilogy in anticipation of seeing The Hobbit as soon as possible. Best. Christmas. Ever.