Shades of blue

A hundred shades of blue so far, and we are down to the wire on notifying the painters which color to use for the walls in my parent's home. The light blues are either too blue and reminiscent of baby rooms, or too grey. Personally, I found the grey hued blues to be more to my liking but then there was fuff about how grey is finally going out of style, and a bunch of you really shouldn'ts from the paint vendors. Personally I'll call nonsense to that since the shade isn't actually grey; it is a light blue. Then again, I keep wondering why they picked blue to begin with for painting the interiors of their house since it is by definition a cool color. Blues are associated with depression, sadness, and the such -- making it an odd choice for a family that deals frequently with manic depressive disorders. 

Interior decorating books however laud the shades of blue as being restful and good for alleviating anxiety. It is the calming color. My biggest worry I suppose is that so much blue will just calm everyone right on down into a deep dark pit of ennui. This is besides the fact that there is precious little light in the home to begin with, so that utilizing such colors will only create a vague cave like effect. 

And so -- I'm having them change every lightbulb in their home to a brighter daylight hued blub, something in the 5000 Kelvin range, which is far north of the hideous soft white they've used for years, but just shy of a cool white like you find in department stores and hospitals. 

My loathing of soft white lights may verge on the extreme, but as a person who frequently suffers from seasonal effective disorder, I can quite firmly assure you that the sickly, yellowish tones to positively squat for mood lifting. They are supposed to create cozy atmospheres, but most frequently I find they only create a dingy sort of look, and shrink the room size so that you feel like you've entered into a little hole in the ground. 

I, sir, am not a Hobbit. 

Considering colors and construction conundrums aside, I've done very little for the day. The odds are I'll be working late through the night to get through my daily goals, which were made all that much longer by lack of progress yesterday. I'm looking forward to my doctor appointment next week to discuss my attention problems. So difficult to sit and focus on reading laws to discover their aboutness, then index accordingly. This is of course made all that much harder by the fact that it is positively glorious outside. 

The trees are filled with new leaves, flowers are abundant everywhere, and it is quite nearly the same temperature outdoors as it is within the controlled climate of my high-rise apartment. I want to play outside and feel the wind on my face. But yet, I must work better to justify my salary.  A friend of mine suggested rolling my desk out onto my balcony for work, but unfortunately I know that this would be a very bad move, and only make the yearning that much stronger to get out into the world and do something. Being strapped to your desk for hours on end is a certain kind of hell which makes scrubbing toilets seem attractive. 

Pity me for I pity myself. 

Hopefully this evening will bring a bit of focus as the world draws the shades on itself and hides from my sight. Then again, I love the night air too. 

Slán a chara