Now the days have another hour.

I used to feel that way. I had psychotic depression, I think, and all I wanted was for things to end. I listened to dark music to try to assuage the feelings. I tried to commit suicide a few times. Nothing seemed to hold any value. Every day was pain. I had no one to reach out and talk to. I felt truly alone. It's always better if you have someone to listen. I hope you make it. Life can be beautiful, too. It just takes time for some people to see it.

Not a thing -- well, the dog will probably be confused about dinner time for a while. And the days actually have the same number of hours.