Who knew I’d spend so much time considering lights while on my little break? Stuff like that matters, though. The way I feel at home is all about my physical surroundings. That is why I’m certain the old light in the dining room was 50% of the reason for all the shouting at dinner. Once we’ve put a proper bulb in the spaceship, I’ll let you know if it fills us with a mid-century sense that anything is possible in this world, even a peaceful dinner.
Can you see why there was so much uneasiness at the table?