View from the North 40: No time at the present

Ahhh, the third week in April, the days are noticeably longer, the birds of summer are returning and their primarily nocturnal enemy, the cat, is spending more nighttime hours outside. Spring is in the air. But I’m pre-obsessing over the coming sleep deprivation.

The longer daylight days are my only unhealthy relationship. I love that the sunlight burns away the cold and dark of winter, but so do the birds. They sing songs about it … all the time. That combination of light and sound is like Geneva Convention-level torture.

All it takes is the least little amount of light in the sky an...