Habitrails

I've been thinking about Miss Method's comment, on my last blog entry, about crawling the walls of our underground Habitrails. Well, that and thinking about my favorite cynic's pointed comment that the last three of my entries have been about the weather (yeah, okay, now four entries and counting).

Here's the thing: Miss Method was referring to the fact that we work two floors underground, downstairs, around corners, down the hall, in the furthest corner of a six story building. There are no windows. During the winter, if we choose to eat our lunches in the staff lounge, we never see the sun. Well, okay, even if we hauled ourselves up the stairs and out of the building, we'd still be lucky to see the sun in December. We, even the most exotic of us, begin to resemble those blind and pale cave fish by the time spring rolls around. Daylight frightens us. It's not pretty.

I don't think it was a coincidence that I was playing my Hawaiian slack-key guitar CD over and over during the cold snap last week, do you?

Career hint: Archives are always located in a basement. In the unlikely event they aren't, they're either in the center of a building or the windows are completely covered over. Preservation of paper trumps your silly need for full-spectrum lighting. Be warned.