BEHOLD MY PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVE DECORATING POWERS!

Do you remember on Tuesday night I complained about the unflattering light in my gym (but really only because one of the round ceiling lights ended up in my stealthfie so I just riffed on it from there)?

GUESS WHAT! SERIOUSLY—JUST GUESS! OK, I’LL TELL YOU:

Literally as we speak—exactly 48 hours after my post—there’s a crew of workers here TAKING DOWN THE RELENTLESSLY GLARING ROUND LIGHT FIXTURES AND PUTTING UP BRIGHT SHINY NEW BUT STILL RELENTLESSLY GLARING RECTANGULAR ONES. (Which, imho, still aren’t doing anyone’s complexion any favors, but it’s nothing a few layers of diffusing gauze and about 50 strategically placed bergamot candles couldn’t fix. Ahem.)

BEHOLD:

I SHIT YOU NOT. Here are the old round ones waiting by the door: