Spring forward, fall back—it’s the end of Daylight Savings Time.

Jane and I decided to do the ultimate alarm clock—instead of racket, a timed light with a bright bulb.

We couldn’t find fixtures we liked—for ceilings with no wiring-box, but we had a sudden inspiration, looking toward the end of the display toward the porch lights. No few of those have a swag option, just plug in, and they’re interesting-looking and waaaay cheaper than most lighting fixtures.

So Jane picked one which they called French-inspired black iron—if it’s French, it’s New Orlingean French, but I think it looks Japanese, which fits her decor; I picked one that’s a ship’s-lantern style, in old bronze, which fits my room—I’m decorated in piratical style, complete with musket, ship’s wheel, and tricorn—

Well, it works great! That light (6500k white curlycue bulb) comes on, and I wake up instantly without having my circulatory system sped into overdrive by bells and alarms.

We’re both happy with the decor, and we’re just in time for winter dark.

They also make timers that fit in regular wall switch boxes, with just a new kind of face-plate, and Jane valiantly figured those out, installed the switches, and got the things programmed despite the lack of instructions that related to the precise model we bought. We have 6500 k T8’s going in the basement, over the plants we brought in, we have more in the kitchen, and now we have both those systems on timer. We are now automated as the Enterprise, eh?