Today my day was spent reorganizing my office so that I can put an actual desk in it instead of writing at the kitchen table, where distractions abound and I cannot close the door on the cat who thinks she needs to sit on my keyboard while I type.
Some may call this another form of procrastination, but not me. I can't write if I can't concentrate. Especially since Sydney, my companion of 11 years lay at my feet at the table every day while I wrote until he passed away two weeks ago. As I sit here now writing this I half expect to look down and see his head lying next to my foot looking up at me with his big soulful eyes asking if it is time for me to love him yet.
I can't do it. Hence the office reorganization.
Ern, my husband, is going to hate it because the so-called "office" has previously been the place he can store the crap he accumulates but never uses without me seeing it constantly and telling him it is crap he doesn't need.
So, this weekend I will buy a desk and spend the majority of the weekend setting the space up the way I want it, and by Monday I will be ready to go.
See, no procrastination :)
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