(And then, waking, you notice it's Winter Solstice again and your mind still holds tight to savouring foggy autumn days and time is out of joint mentally once more, a bit.)
Supposedly close to 10am. At some point, randomly, the radio controlled kitchen clock decides to readjust, ending up assuming it's midnight, effectively restarting its very own day. Unsure why that happens ever since, one got used to it, but it adds to the somewhat distorted sense of time out here.