Today it occurred to me that the days have been getting shorter and shorter, and for the first time... I've hardly noticed. Usually by this time of the year, I'm starving for sunlight and counting down the days till the solstice. Well... I haven't been trapped in a cubicle in a bomb shelter of a giant corporation, five days a week, eight hours a day—with no windows in sight—this year, like I have for the last eight years. Going in to work as the sun is coming up, and leaving after dark. And unless I sought out windows in the cafeteria, I could go all day without ever seeing one.
Yes, I'm working very hard at home, but ALL my rooms have windows. And the dogs go out several times I day, so I'm able to step out on the deck for a few moments and get a little sunshine. In the past, I've suffered from undiagnosed seasonal affective disorder, as well as low vitamin D. I hadn't thought about what a huge impact this change would have on my health, but here is yet another silver lining of leaving work.