Jumping the gun
It’s a dreary gray rainy day here in the Unfrozen South, a day for crawling into bed with a Goth or two for a nap, which I duly did.
When I got up, David came out of the office and said, “So should I go peel up some potatoes now?”
I blinked, it being 2 pm. “Um, not yet, though I suppose you can have your latkes early if you want them.”
“Oh. It’s so dim out I thought it was later than it is. No, I’ll wait.” And bless him, he looked disappointed.