Home, home on the strange…

Got home yesterday. After spending the morning in Pike Place Market then crashing for a few hours on the plane; being in Anchorage was very surreal. I had forgotten how much whiter the light is here. It’s as if everything is under contrasted or the white balance is set too high and the color palette is dulled. I’m sure a lot of it has to do with the time of year it is still, but the majority of it I’m sure is caused by our angle to the sun. I would be interested in seeing a breakdown of wavelengths from here compared to Seattle and also Southern California. One thing for sure is it certainly affects my mood. By the time we had gone from Missouri to Seattle I was certainly beginning to feel like I didn’t really need the Zoloft. Even in Seattle Traffic I didn’t really get upset. Only very slightly frustrated with the Naggigator and the sudden directions that were too little to late. In her defense, we were driving to what is probably the second most important interview of her life at this point, and the GPS wasn’t keeping up with the speed of traffic. By the time we left we were having no troubles. Even in the morning Rush hour drive from the Hotel to Pike Place Market Garage.

Today I will slowly trickle back into getting the house ready. I have a garage that is full of scrap and crap. It still isn’t warm enough to set the plants out. The front garden plants don’t appear to have made it. (looking forward to not having to buy new plants every year) I need to move the shed and build a better platform for it. And still a bunch of interior painting and trim work.

Friday I have to go into work. Early.