Around 1978, I was in weekly group therapy with about 12 other people. The shrink was susceptible to changing the diagnoses of all the group members at the same time. For a good while he was on a Seasonal Affective Disorder kick, and he had us all buying full-spectrum light bulbs and (literally) wearing rose-colored glasses. I do believe to this day that one can lift one's mood a tad by wearing glasses with red lenses.
I was out flying at 7 am this morning.
I was out flying at 7 am this morning.