March 14, 2008
Iíve been thinking about opening the blinds this morning. It seems odd that the process of awareness would get stuck on a point like this: the blinds. They sway gently in the currents from the furnace. I can see a dull light seeping through the edges. From this, I assume I will not be greeted by a blast of warm morning sun when I open them, if I open them. To do that I would have to get up, put down the computer, and cross the room. There is some reluctance in me for doing this. Iíve had this before.