Jay was sick, and slept most of the afternoon, but he got the bed put together yesterday so I was able to do the rest.
We are finished with our new arrangement, and tomorrow I hope to have my writing area set up. And actually in use, too.
I’m excited, and trying not to get psyched out.
In the process of moving all my furniture (and emptying shelves before I could) I was reminded about the projects and books I have collected over the years. Reminded once again that I could probably entertain myself with any collection of activities I delight in– without spending any money for at least a year.
Then I’m reminded that it is also the process and finding of the “treasure hunt” that I find so engaging. I wonder how to reprogram myself to think first of what I have…
(I’ll take suggestions here.)