The Magic Words are Squeamish Ossifrage

I woke up earlier than usual this morning. I wanted to go to a meeting. A meeting for people in recovery, I mean, not a work meeting. This weekend’s time change had also put me in mind of how careless I become in summer. I am never scrupulous of sunlight when there is plenty of it. It takes the ugly, abrupt shutter of daylight in late autumn to shove me…