Now that the people I was with and I are into sunlight savings again, it’s getting darker earlier in the night. Before I would drive home from toil and get a opportunity to see sun for an hour or 2. Now it’s getting dark by the time I get home following our long drive back. It’s discouraging to experience only a few hours of sunlight if you’re laboring more than two shifts between the day and night hours. The worst area of our drive home is dealing with rush hour traffic while our eyeah are still decreasing to the darkness. I dislike dealing with people who won’t safely merge onto the interstate, putting countless lives at risk because they’re too timid to step on the gas enough. I can’t imagine the mental gymnastics of a person who puts themselves at higher risk of fatal injuries while allegedly trying to avoid that really same thing. One of the few positives about our drive home from toil in the night is being able to stop at a weed store to opening up our number one cannabis products. These cannabis pick-ups consistently involved jars of sticky flower buds or syringes of cannabis distillate oil that I use to fill empty vape cartridges. It’s great getting home with our haul of marijuana products and sitting them out on the living room table to see them all. The experience is enough to ease our anxiety after a long day of laboring at the office for irritable managers with bad anger management skills. At least I can know better knowing that I’m just hours away from getting blasted out of our mind with cannabis.