Dialing back the brightness
With my damaged eyesight, I worry about the future. At what point will I have to alter my lifetime of habits? Will the required strategies be more than I can easily handle? I know that this will be a part of my reality, as sure as the sun shines.
Speaking of that, right now too much sunlight triggers my stress levels. The glare, the discomfort, the need to take refuge in a room with the curtains drawn; all part of my game. This morning, I pulled the blinds over a beautiful morning with a view to infinity, and I hung there happy until others found that we needed more light in our lives. Not much else to do, but to sit back on the couch and wait for sundown. I’m not ready to start wearing dark glasses around the house.
At some point, access to the world at large should return. The doctor on the TV told us so. Vaccine! Not against bright lights, but there are other, worse habits. One of the kids called; he had to be tested, after a possible exposure (not to sunlight). Should get the results tomorrow. Meanwhile, the rest of the family waits. We don’t have any answers. Nothing as simple as dollar store shades.
The dog seemed off put, this afternoon, when I lengthened his stay outside. What with painting in the stairwell, his assistance wasn’t needed (and the light tones contrast with his black fur). A lot of plaintive scratching to return to indoor comfort. I finally relented, at the end of the afternoon. He took it as his natural due, of course.
