Daylight savings time means I go to work in the dark and leave in the dark. By the end of winter I have really pale, transparent skin, my eyes reduce to narrow slits and long whiskers sprout from my nose, resembling a mole.
But it feels like it.
A perk of waking and leaving in the wee hours of the AM for work is this, though:
Morning sunrise, South Table Mesa silhouetted in the back. Makes the AM commute a little more tolerable and puts a spring in my step.