Earlier in the summer I abandoned my office. It’s really cute (see it on the bio page) and I love it, but it’s sort of cave-like in the natural light department, and it was too depressing to sit in there on gorgeous, sunny days. I wrote on the porch or in the living room for the month of July, and this month I had a house guest until the other day, so I haven’t written at all. Today is the day I’m supposed to go back to writing.

Here’s the problem. My office has been destroyed! No, not by natural disaster, but by a combination of laziness and physics. You see, while we had a guest, I would run in and get stuff and then as it accumulated in the rest of the house, either I or my husband, would toss it back in the office. This includes library books, clean laundry, shoes, mail, etc. The physics part came about when the bottom storage box in the closet collapsed under the sheer weight of ten years worth of journals and the whole pile came tumbling down out of my closet and into my office.

So…while I do hope to at least re-read what I was writing back in July today, I think that my main plan will be to unearth my office. Usually it’s so nice. I must restore it to its natural splendor! Wish me luck. And by the way, does anyone have a shovel I can borrow?