In which the Flyers finally won a game and a dead bulb flickered ever so slightly.
"If you live alone and you don’t make plans, here is what happens: you wake up, and it just gets darker."
Because I'm fancy and like pondering ponderously, I'm writing this recap near a window. Because of this window, I can report that it is dark out. Okay, it's after 10 pm, so it should obviously be dark, but I can also tell you that it's been dark for a while now. It gets dark really early this time of year, and that sucks, so much so that the diagnosis for people who are most bothered by this is just called "SAD.