So my office is on the fourth floor of a 90 year-old building. I have a great view from up here, but only on cloudy days. When the sun is out, I have to keep the blinds closed or the light just washes out my computer screen. On the upside, there are something like 250 cloudy days per year up here in Michigan (if only they'd dig a canal along the southern border with Ohio, Indiana and Illinois, it would be an island), so I get to have the blinds open quite a bit.
My window isn't original equipment—if I had to guess, I'd bet that this floor was an attic when the place was first built, so it's not much window compared to what you find on the lower floors—but it's not particularly new either. It's basically an ill-fitting aluminum slider with some sort of tinting film on the outside that's peeling off and that has a couple of whistles when the wind blows (in not-quite-harmony). And the wind is blowing today.
That's where I am.
In about half an hour, I'm going to call the hospital up in Minnesota to see where (and how) Mom is today. Last I heard they had her temperature down and were actually thinking about taking her off the ventilator. She apparently was more responsive yesterday—turning her head and nodding in answer to yes and no questions—and in general it sounded like she was making positive, if incremental progress. So that's good.
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