I am enjoying light. After fifteen years of working in a basement, my office now has a window (which we basically have covered because otherwise it glares on the monitors, but it's there) and is right next to the glass exit of our building. So I am getting a *lot* more light than I have for my whole adult life. At least office-in-the-winter-wise. And I love me some light. Some people love clouds, or flowers, or rain (I don't get the rain people) but I love light.
This despite being a natural redhead. I can't survive for long in serious light. I fry. But in typical local light, I do quite well for up to 20 minutes at a time. And during that 20 minutes, I *luxuriate*. I roll around in light the way horses do in sand. It feels good all over. And I keep feeling good after I go back in the dark.
When I was a kid (and this is not as unrelated as it sounds) my folks used to film Christmas. My memories of the day start with bright light, because Dad set up a big light to help with the filming. I think that might have been my favorite part of the day, although who doesn't love getting presents? And mysterious mythological figures being in your home while you're sleeping? But I was always a little sad when the light got turned off at the end. That's how much I love light. I was sad on Christmas. After getting presents.
So I have high hopes for this winter, and future winters. Not working in a basement could mean pretty impressive changes in my life. Possibly I won't feel the need to eat potatoes and curl up under a blanket. Not that there's anything wrong with that. (Oh wait, yes there is.) I feel kind of .. bouncy. In a well insulated sort of way.
JD is once more making cookies, and kittens are roaming the house. I wish you all a merry Thursday. I'm going to toss a fake mouse.
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