Apr 02, 2009 16:00
The weather outside is glorious, except that I am inside because my body has decided that it hates me and that I ought not to be able to enjoy the heat by continually informing me that I'm freezing cold and ought to put on another layer of clothing.
I would sit in our garden but our garden happens to be spectacularly bad for catching the sun, and I would have to sit on the paving if I wanted to take advantage of the warmth.
Saying that, I am debating whether or not the reading I've abandoned would get into my brain better if I were outside and reading the words through sunglasses.
Right, outside it is, even if I've got to sit in the front garden to soak up the eleusive vitamin D.
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