OF TREES, SQUIRRELS & SETTLING-IN
Well, I have been in my new home for a week, so am still very much settling in, and catching up with sleep.
Quite how long that process will take, I have no idea—nor am I particularly concerned. Though I have a great deal of work to do, sometimes rest is essential—and this is such a time. I absolutely crave it.
Rest is a relative term, as far as I am concerned, because I still write every day, but it means I temporarily forget about deadlines and things, try and exercise more—and take time off to wander around and browse my local bookstore (and there is one within easy walking distance). If there was sun, I might even sit out in it, but this is Seattle where such pleasures are unpredictable. In many ways that is part of the charm. I rather like Seattle weather. It’s a constant adventure.
The view from my desk through a high-set window is of trees, squirrels, and the sky. Since I have a great weakness for squirrels, love trees and the sky is ever changing,—and endlessly fascinating, I find that very satisfying.
Yesterday, I installed my Dymo LabelWriter—an essential tool for an absent-minded writer. Today, I hope to squeeze in my second screen. My work area—the focal point of practically everything I do these days—is gradually coming together.
This is fun. The bad news is that my internet is not accessible. I have no idea why.
I shall refrain from suicide with difficulty. Not sure it is a good thing to be so dependent on such an umbilical. Not sure I have much of a choice.