Slippery Slopes
Saturday, December 11th, 2004 10:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rolanniRain overnight and temps just at freezing produced a dipped-in-crystal landscape for the morning. We had a couple of oh-oh moments at breakfast, when the power flickered, visions of the Great Ice Storm of '98 dancing in fond memory. Fortunately, the temps are climbing slowly, and the ice is starting to melt. Here's hoping that the melt is quick enough to prevent a cable snapping, or a tree limb going down on the wires. It's relatively calm, so maybe we'll be lucky.
Scrabble is prowling the house, tracking the sounds of the ice slipping off the roof. She's convinced it's Things in the walls. I keep trying to tell her that the Things are in the mirror and in the circle and in the steamer trunk, but I don't think she believes me.
Got a bad case of the no-sun blues, which combined with the standard issue Winter Writer's Funk is not a Happy Place to be at all, at all. If this keeps up, by ghod, I'm getting me a full-spectrum light box. Right after I figure out where I left the trust fund.
Got some of the chores on the day list done. Two more to go, then lunch, then writing.
Scrabble is prowling the house, tracking the sounds of the ice slipping off the roof. She's convinced it's Things in the walls. I keep trying to tell her that the Things are in the mirror and in the circle and in the steamer trunk, but I don't think she believes me.
Got a bad case of the no-sun blues, which combined with the standard issue Winter Writer's Funk is not a Happy Place to be at all, at all. If this keeps up, by ghod, I'm getting me a full-spectrum light box. Right after I figure out where I left the trust fund.
Got some of the chores on the day list done. Two more to go, then lunch, then writing.
sunlight deprivation
Date: 2004-12-11 09:20 pm (UTC)When I lived in England in 1972-1974, 1973 turned out to be a record year of depleted sunshine hours. The News up there includes a running yearly tally for sunshine hours as part of the nightly weather reports. 1973 saw just barely over 1,000 hours of sun (c. 1,006)--- I don't remember the exact number, but I DO remember a dullness to everything that year. Misty gray at daylight to misty fog at night. Is not being able to see the stars just as debilitating over time?
Perhaps Scrabble was doing her part to inspire your imagination by trying to get you to play "Lets Pretend!" with her.
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