Every morning for just about forever, John comes down to the kitchen, while it is still dark outside, and blinks and complains about how It Is Too Bright. He goes around dimming all the lights that can be dimmed, but always has further difficulty when it comes time to wash his hands in the bathroom because the bathroom light cannot be dimmed.
Today he stood there, eyes closed, and said, "Give me my sunglasses, please." So I did, he donned them, and he was able to wash his hands in the bright lights without the daily complaining episode.
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