Light bulbs have become a modest fixation for me. I hate anything that approaches fluorescence with a passion. I grew up in an incandescent world courtesy of one of the world's greatest inventors Thomas Edison. And, frankly I would have preferred to finish under the somewhat golden light of a glowing filament. Thanks to a government that outlawed my favorite light source, I have become a hoarder of incandescent bulbs. By now you are wondering what depression has to do with light bulbs and Tom Edison. The answer is that Edison made it economically practical to stay up long after dark. Our bodies are made to cycle up when the sun rises and cycle down when it sets. Edison made it possible for us to fight against our circadian rhythm. As I write this it is dark outside and if there weren't twenty-three light bulbs over head and a big screen television in the corner, I would probably be asleep. And, that would be normal.
What isn't normal is that I will stay up and watch the 11:00 p.m. news and then set my alarm for 5:45 a.m. to knock me out of bed so that I can get to work. That is 6 hours and 15 minutes of sleep and it isn't enough. It is also may be a prescription for depression.
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