Saturday was really warm here, like “t-shirt and jeans weather” warm.
I was in the middle of walking between buildings when the clouds broke.
I immediately turned toward the sun and for one, shining moment, I channeled the spirit of Solaire of Astoria. For a brief moment, I was so grossly incandescent.
I decided “fuck this I’m going home and practicing archery.” so I stood out in the sun for an hour and a half until the sun dipped below the trees.
I really need to get one of those full spectrum light panels that helps with seasonal affective disorder, or like a vitamin d lamp or something. It doesn’t help that my current residence has no windows, so all light is artificial and to get any sun I have to actually go outside.
Maybe I’m just a pessimist these days but all I could think about the whole time was, it’s 72F in fucking February, I might legitimately die working out here when June or July roll around. Summer is going to be real bad here.
Windows are expensive and developers want to maximize profit, so spec-built homes often have the minimum amount of fenestration required by the building code.
Saturday was really warm here, like “t-shirt and jeans weather” warm.
I was in the middle of walking between buildings when the clouds broke.
I immediately turned toward the sun and for one, shining moment, I channeled the spirit of Solaire of Astoria. For a brief moment, I was so grossly incandescent.
I decided “fuck this I’m going home and practicing archery.” so I stood out in the sun for an hour and a half until the sun dipped below the trees.
I really need to get one of those full spectrum light panels that helps with seasonal affective disorder, or like a vitamin d lamp or something. It doesn’t help that my current residence has no windows, so all light is artificial and to get any sun I have to actually go outside.
This was me this past Tuesday. Full arms out, tee and shorts, soaking up every last drop of warmth like a starved plant.
Hopefully it’ll sustain me until proper spring but it was glorious for that moment.
Maybe I’m just a pessimist these days but all I could think about the whole time was, it’s 72F in fucking February, I might legitimately die working out here when June or July roll around. Summer is going to be real bad here.
Maybe healthy interior design needs to look more like a terrarium.
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Windows are expensive and developers want to maximize profit, so spec-built homes often have the minimum amount of fenestration required by the building code.
I would like that, the structure would not.
For now all I have is a dragon tree that needs extra attention I need advice on, and an aloe plant.