I stood in the sun today. It seemed to me the most nourishing thing on the face of the planet.

It was warm and wonderful. Then I had to leave it and go back inside. I felt an immediate sense of weakness.

I have decided based on this information that I am not meant to live in this place. I need to live somewhere warm and sunny.

So, I am selling all my worldly belongings. I will don a robe and purchase a row boat. And a wooden flute to help pass the time. Then I shall throw myself into the Mississippi and float down to a warmer state. From there I shall have to hoar myself out and save up enough money for a bigger boat. I will then find a small island. There I will make my new life, with my flute.

Or, I could start a vitamin D regiment. And open the blinds in this computer room.