When I return to my desk from a meeting, the sun has been shining through the window onto my chair. I sit down and immediately get back up. Whoa! Hot seat! Hot seat!

You are my sunshine . . .

This only happens in the winter, when the sun is low in the sky. In the summer, the sun is at a higher angle and its rays don’t reach my chair.

I never learn to turn my chair around when I get up to leave so that it doesn’t face the window. I could lower the blinds, but I don’t usually remember to do that. When I do, I decide that I just have to look out the window and I end up raising the blinds after only a few minutes.

It’s always something . . .