Old Blinds

How old are those blinds--they were always there.
The sun shines through and through when I sit in my chair. 
Whichever way I turn, sunlight on me all afternoon. 
I daze, I heat up, my mind feels like a balloon. 

Change the blinds, but they are half functioning.
Go to office, but we work from home to keep social distancing. 
I can move the chair, the lights, the laptop, the coffee table. 
Bookcase is in the way, but I push it away with bare hands--how capable. 

I unload the books first, entire shelf, half unread.
Many with highlights in the beginning before I fled.