I hate it. Going back to standard time will help temporarily, but eventually, it will always be dark at 6:30 am. And it's cold. Of course, in anticipation of seriously high fuel bills, we are waiting until the last possible moment to turn on the heat. So far, we haven't. The coldest it's gotten is in the 40s, which is completely manageable with warm pjs and blankies. The kids' rooms, being in the attic, are pretty warm anyway.
I have a kind of love-hate relationship with winter. I'm not a fan of the cold, but I do like snuggling in front of a fire with a warm cup of cider or cocoa, and I like snow. If only it could snow at 50 degrees. Some people really love the crisp, biting air. I do admit that I kind of feel more alive when my face is freezing, but I can't take that for long. Me? I prefer the stifling heat of summer. I actually like humidity. Hey, I grew up in the south. I'm a little nostalgic for such things.
So, I'll have to muddle through the winter, deal with getting up in the dark, and have plenty of hot cocoa on hand.