During the daytime I’m usually found in this small office, tucked away behind the main road. Close to town, yet invisible to the world. I like it here.
I have my computer, kettle, all kinds of tea and more than enough music to accompany all moods and mental spaces – for soothing or wakening, for focussed thinking and for daydreaming – something appropriate to every volume these little speakers can kick out. I’ve got a stash of podcasts that accompany me in the more mundane non-thinky tasks. I’ve got spare socks and cardigan for the winter days when the little heater isn’t oomphy enough.
There’s a very fluffy cushion to remind me there’s always space for comfy-cosy in a world of the sometimes-serious when I have to pretend to be a real grown up.
The clutter levels are balanced between the parameters where I feel at home.
This is where my routines live. They aren’t tightly rigid, and they aren’t always effective but they are the best I can do, and I get by.
Today is the first day I’ve been back here after all that drawn out midwinter kerfuffle and general confusion period.
I am so glad to be back.