Working in Exile
I did not expect how neurotic I would get when my office was disassembled. I still had work to do, but most of my tools were in boxes. It made me randomly cranky, which the kids did not appreciate. Fortunately Howard donated his drawing table as a makeshift computer desk. For the next week we’ll be sharing an office. It has been eight years since we last shared an office. We’re pretty good at sharing things after 19 years of shared life, shared house, shared children. Yet I miss having my own space. In a week my space will be nicer than it has ever been. Then I’ll be ready to arrange it so that I can share it with guests, Kiki’s art projects, craft space, etc. For now, I need to figure out how to get my work done when my workspace is new and distracting. Also I need to stop being distracted by the possibilities of wood trim and paint.