A Monitor Is A Type Of SAD Light

There’s a skill—an instinct, really—that I’m slowly developing by living in Scotland. I never thought I would need it, but as things worked out it’s something I’m glad to possess, even in its nascent form. I’m not talking about the ability to avoid certain types of people, that I may keep my bodily envelope unpunctured, […]

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