I never take off my sunglasses, though.

I've worked at this job since last December. Not until this month have I kept my blinds open every day. It's only the 9th but please let me feel accomplished. (Thank you.) Up until about a month ago, I'd take naps almost every day during my lunch. Luckily, I have an office and a sleeping bag I brought from home. I dunno whose sleeping bag it is, but I'm thankful to whomever left it at one of the many previous parties I've hosted.

This is seemingly useless information but here's where I'll tie it together into the present time. My present state of being.

In retrospect, these actions showed a glimpse of how I was feeling. Always tired. Always writing. Only opening the blinds when it rained.

Since I've come out of my "funk" (I wish there were a more intellectual word to use), I've come into the light as well. I don't sleep on my lunches anymore. I close my door and turn off the lights only because I hate flat lighting. I read my book of the week from the soft, ever-changing light of my window.

I don't know if I prefer day to night or dark to light, but I do know I prefer this to that. (I wanted to rhyme with light and night but we can't always get what we want.)