I've known for a while now, but received confirmation Wednesday, that the sun is not our friend. It sits, loftily, like some mad dictator and judges us from afar. It throws energy our way, bringing warmth and comfort to some and pain and suffering to others. Being fair-skinned, I'm usually on the suffering end.
So we were setting up some lighting for a party on a roof top in the middle of the city. We got there at noon, and the party ran from 6-9pm. Now you might be thinking, 'On a roof top? but at this time of year on the east coast the sun doesn't set until around 8 and it really doesn't get that dark until about 8:30 to 8:45.' If you thought that, you'd be right. Since it was some fancy rigamarole I put the tools I'd need in my garment bag (must have suit for these things) and metro'd into the city. Unfortunately for me, my sunscreen was in the other bag. And on a roof top at noon there's really nowhere to hide.
The result was severe sunburn to my face, neck, and the top of my head (now that the hair up there is thinning a good deal). I felt ill all day yesterday, but mostly feel like a person today. A tender, somewhat achey person, but a person nonetheless.
In more uplifting news,
halsparkle and I are going to look at some rats to adopt this Sunday. It would be nice to get some small furry critters back in the house.
Peace, and trust that guy on the sunscreen.