It’s a strange moment of inbetween.

Every night feels like a sleepover. We’re just waiting now. There’s a tinge of anxiety to it, I don’t love that, but it doesn’t surprise me. I’ve still got the urge to nest and to prepare, and I think Abby’ll be taking the brunt of the action, at least during the day, at least at first. I ought to have something to do on the other side of this.

So I started designing my new office. A winter project if there ever was one. It’s a weird space, real long with two doors. Plus I’ve got to walk through it on my way to bed, and so do Abby, Scout, Archie and baby. 

Zoom backgrounds are important now that we do most of our professional conversations from a camera. I’d like mine to be nice enough for people to wonder about it. I think this design makes the cut. 

I have no idea how much this much cherry would cost. And I have no idea what the labour would cost. A lot, if I had to guess. Good thing I got the cherry for little more than a kind word, and the labour’s free since I am a slave to myself. 

This is the first woodworking project I’ve done that’s really just for me. I did the bench and the table, we all enjoy that. I did the shelves in the kitchen, I think that helps the whole place, we all eat. I did our bedframe, Abby sleeps there too, and so do the dogs sometimes. The wood shed’ll help keep us all warm this winter and the next. The tree supports keep it alive, and we all enjoy the beauty and the shade from the tree. 

Nobody else is really going to enjoy this office nearly as much as I will. Potentially a few folks might look at it and say “huh, that’s a nice office.” But that’s not the same thing as deriving pleasure from it.