I love my office. It’s light and airy, it’s connected to the outdoors, and right now with winter well and truly here it’s bloody freezing. I don’t love that bit so much.
We have an old place with lousy heating and over the cold months we shut down operations in most of the house. The one heater that does function is in the lounge so we pretty much shut ourselves in there (I manage to cook only because the oven/hob throws out some heat!) and so the warmth sits in the lounge and our bedroom, which comes off the lounge. We have smaller heaters for use in the kids rooms, but a lot of the time we resort to layering pajamas and using a stack of blankets!
I’ve realized there is space in the lounge for my desk. In the corner by the heater, I could stash it behind the lazy boy. It wouldn’t be ideal, what with being in the thick of the family, but then, I’d be warm and I might want to spend more time actually writing if I didn’t have to freeze my ass off in order to get words out.
It’s a temporary thing. A measure to make sure I don’t get sick, but still get typing. I’m not sure how well it will work with the balance thing, and I’m not convinced that my children will let me get any work done, but it’s worth a shot!
I’m moving things now… in between typing bits and pieces. I’ll go and take a photo, shall I?
Gah nothing fits right! Sort it later. At least I am not freezing…