Remember I said I’d do another Twelve Days of the Office? I lied. I don’t know how long it’s going to take. But here’s the plan: I have one big room (with a half-open kitchen off of it) that’s going to be my living room/office, which works great for me (especially with the fridge that close). For those of you who said it looked like my house was coming along based on the podcast, this is what where I was sitting really looked like:
The end of that room is going to be the office. It’s bad in some ways—all those windows on my computer screens are not a good idea—but good in others—all those windows are going to give me great light to work in—and of course once I’m actually working there, I’ll know for sure.
Then the POD arrived on Saturday, I unloaded it on Sunday and shoved my work table into place, and suddenly, messy though it all was, it started to look like home.
Now I have to reinforce the two tables on the sides–the move knocked them askew–and paint the top of the work table–the move did it no favors, either, plus it was a mess before that–and get the stuff off the floor and fix my couch–another victim of the move and not technically part of my office–and get my internet working in that room and . . . Hey, the white board is working even if it isn’t on the wall yet. (Please notice the mega set of whiteboard markers Bob sent me. Along with four erasers.)
It’s gonna be awhile, but there is progress.