Black Friday evening. Caulking the windows in the “greenhouse” office, as one does.

It’s not really a greenhouse. It kinda was when we bought the place, if a dark, filthy awkward add-on room filled with dying plants, electrically dubious grow lights and heat lamps, and every bit of accumulated stuff that wouldn’t fit in the house itself counts as a greenhouse. It’s now light and airy, a little too airy, hence the caulking project.