I’ll tell you something I’m not a fan of. Quinoa. Actually, there are lots of things I’m not a fan of, now that I think about it, but specifically this afternoon I am not a fan of having to switch the lights on at 3:30pm.
I mean really? The kids are barely out from school and already it’s basically night time. The lights go on when you’ve finished work, not when you still have two hours of it left, right? And how come it’s suddenly bothering me this year when I must have worked through this many many times, and somehow just got on with it?
That last question’s a bit difficult to answer, actually. What is different about this year? Sitting in a house with no kitchen, no hot water, and damp in the walls? That’ll have a gloomy effect on your working from home experience I suppose. Perhaps the oncoming winter darkness just exacerbates things.
Pesky Kepler. Things would have been a lot easier if Earth could have just gone round the sun in a circle instead of this elliptical orbit of tilted seasons it keeps putting us through. And don’t think you’re off the hook either, Sir Isaac Newton! Not the first time is it, that gravity’s made me down in the dumps.
I’m not really down in the dumps. Not really. And I’m not blaming Kepler or Newton either for that matter. Not really. I’m just annoyed that I have to flood my body with artificial light today when my body seems utterly conditioned to believe that work stops when the big light goes on. Unfortunately, my boss disagrees.
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