The government should be handing out free therapy lights to every home in The Northeast.
I won’t name any names, but I’m writing this specifically for you. And you and you and you.
Out with the warm weather, in with the better natural light. Fall, I will learn to love you.
The view while eating a bowl of Lucky Charms for dinner.
Paying homage to my diamond-studded, bell-bottomed heritage.
Someone else isn’t excited for Spring at all.
Sunday morning with Marlo.
The front of the house faces west, so the best light for the front yard happens in the late afternoon.
Tyrant spent probably five hours spray painting this lamp for the living room, so I thought I should celebrate it whenever I could. And hope he doesn’t sue if suddenly his index finger stops working.