We did a quick run to Big Rapids yesterday to see if the satellite radio would work in my office. It wouldn't. But it did work in my apartment, so now I have Entertainment of an audio nature. I do love satellite radio (Sirius XM), and often I'd rather listen to music than to watch television.
We also moved the red microwave from my office to my studio. I made coffee for us there, and my husband installed a wireless travel mouse to the laptop I'm keeping at the studio. I've made it into quite a cozy little space, or at least it will be once I get the kitchen in order. And once I manage to get some artwork up. I'm allowed only to put up posters with poster gum, but something colorful needs to be added.
Color is essential to my life. As much as I admire dramatic black and white, as clean and efficient as chrome and steel kitchens seem to be, I've got to have color. Back before Prozac, when I had episodes of depression, I could always tell when a depressive episode was coming on. My world stopped being colored and started becoming shades of gray. (It's probably why I have so much trouble with winter here in Michigan. I associate it with depression.) I've talked to other people who have trouble with depression, and they too report that they can tell depression is developing by the way their worlds become colorless. If scientists and researchers haven't explored this phenomenon, they should.
I dream in color, too. My husband reports dreaming mostly in black and white and only rarely in color. It's rare for my dreams not to be colorful, sometimes bizarrely so. I can't imagine what it would be like if there were no colors to my world.
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