Oh, make no mistake, ghosts feel the heat of the day. They stand in long lottery ticket lines at convenience stores, hoping to win what can never be earned. Money seems to attract them. Money seems to thrill them. It draws them together and somehow makes them feel important.
Some ghosts are so polite.
They patiently wait for intermission, for commercials. They stand up and excuse themselves and bow from the waist and walk over linoleum floors without a sound and grab cold ones from refrigerators. They drink and feel refreshed. I see them on front porch rocking chairs in the cool of the day. I watch them as they try to water their gardens and collect their mail and nod and wave to ghostly neighbors.