Maybe it's the cooling weather, or maybe it's because I haven't written in a while. Or maybe it's because Chris may finally be getting my workspace together, but I've been feeling this desire to create. Create what? I'm not sure yet.
I'm just looking forward to having, after more than a year and a half, a functioning space that I can use for reading, writing, etc. in this house. I don't have "a space" and the lighting and (probably more so) my eyes are so bad that it's impossible to read anywhere, and my laptop has been firmly planted on the dining room table since we moved here. So, if I don't watch tv, I have to sit in the dining room and...that's about it. So now that there's been some movement from Chris working on the den (though even this weekend it's been slow going... "ten minutes of messing around on the computer" has now turned into an hour) I have hope. I really, really hope. The situation has become kind of desperate, and even though I may not spend all of my time in there (that would be pretty isolationist of me) I just want an option. Plus, it may kickstart some other improvements we should be making around here as well.