back to life

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.

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