I need to go on a diet.
I mean, I know it. Anyone who looks at me knows it.
In high school, I was 6'2'' and weighed 120 lbs.
I'm no taller, but a heckuva lot heavier.
And, I know that I need to drop a few pounds.
A light came on and told me.
No, not one of those "AHA!" moments where people say "a light came on."
An actual light came on.
It happened at work.
Now, I don't normally talk about work. This blog and my job ain't got nothing to do with each other. I don't blog at work, and I don't blog about work.
But still, something happened at work.
Only, it's got nothing to do with work. Other than it happened to be the place that the light came on.
Let me explain.
We got some of those movement-activated lights. Motion detectors. You know what I'm talking about.
The idea, I suppose, is that if someone walks out of a room and leaves a light on, if no movement happens, the light will go off, even though the switch is in the "on" position.
Oh, and if a large mass moves in the room, the light will come on.
Well, there's several rooms like that at work. And, I'll walk past several of these each day.
Today, I walked past a dark room. The room was on my right. Windows were on my left. And, a shadow was cast on the wall to my right. And when I walked past that particular room, my shadow was in the room.
When I walked past it today, the light came on.
I didn't enter the room. I wasn't even up against the wall.
But my shadow apparently was heavy enough to cause the light to come on.
And, yes, I know. If I'm so heavy that my shadow sets off a motion detector, it's time to call Jenny Craig.
So, I guess I'm going on a diet.
Or the next day.