My basement office is always a little cooler than the rest of the house. On a hot summer day, that’s a wonderful thing. On a cold winter day, it means I have to bundle up a bit more as I venture downstairs to work.
Today it was cold enough that the lava in the lamps beside my monitors couldn’t muster up the courage to actually float.
The lamps were on all day but only managed to make huge blobs that sat morosely on the bottom.
I had to explain to Kyra and her gaggle of friends that lava lamps work by heating up the waxy “lava” material, which then floats up in the liquid where it cools off and then sinks back down. The cycle repeats, and the mystical beauty of lava lamps is created.
It’s kind of a bummer that today I just saw fat blobs.