Growing up, did you set the table for dinner at your house? We did at ours.

When the wind begins to bluster, the windowpanes awake silvered with frost, and the blazing gilded light of sundown mellows into the blue-gray of twilight just a tad earlier and earlier little by little until BAM all of a sudden IT'S STONE COLD DARK AT 4:30... This, dear ones, is just the time that we can reliably expect an onset of the crud.