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Reflecting on daylight indoors is not quite so much fun as simply staring at daylight indoors. There's nothing all that reflective about it anyway. It's just light... pleasant light, without the deadening heat. It saves electricity and makes everyone prettier, or at least more honest-looking. Meanwhile, I have been getting used to my face without eye make-up. Afternoon is my favorite time of day.

Except early mornings in Morro Bay when the fog sits there like an multi-colored (joseph) afghan made from clearance yarn at the bargain yarn store that was going out of business because the big chain yarn store had four-times as many colors and strange varieties like the yarn with tufts of some poor rabbit's fur making it difficult to knit with.

Crocheting is much easier anyway, especially in the car, or at grandma's house, or when someone has a long story that doesn't really need to be listened to closely. Not ever story really needs to be heard.