shortest night of the year

Maybe I've got it all wrong. But it seems to me the shortest night is what it's all about. Not as much time to obsess and worry. Less time to feel fitfully awake and out of place. The rest of the world celebrates the sun, and i celebrate it's briefer break from our reality. Night when all the husbands seem like idiots, and all the accomplishments seem like child's play and every action has an equal and opposite dread.