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.