|Not my house, for sure|
For people who suffer from SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder), the lack of sunshine can mean the beginning of a bout of depression.
The Boy's bipolar symptoms always rear their ugly head in September - and almost miraculously disappear by April. Assuming that lessening sunlight can be a cause of his symptoms, years ago an agency we worked with bought us a full spectrum light for him to use.
Each September, I carry the lamp from the cat's room into the living room.
Yes, the cat has her own room. I do not. I realize how effed up that is.
The Boy sits near the lamp when he's goofing off before getting on the school bus.
Just a half hour each morning is all that is required.
For those 30 minutes, I could perform microsurgery without difficulty - if I had the proper education, of course.
Every wrinkle and age spot and enlarged pore is highlighted; microscopic cobwebs in the corner are as plain as the crow's feet on my face.
The brightness of the light makes me feel like I live alongside a runway at a major airport...or that, at any minute, I'm about to be interrogated by the FBI.
When we lived in Kentucky, I kept the light in the kitchen - he'd eat his breakfast in front of it. While he waited for me to serve him his food, I felt like I was filming an episode for Food Network - the light was that bright.
A look at the calendar tells me it's Fall...but for us, it's the Age of Enlightenment.