My office works. I’m working in my office right now, if you want to call this working. Doesn’t much feel like work, not when compared to what I’ll be doing here in a weeks time. Though that’s really not so bad at all. 

I’ve got a desk, and that keeps my computer from falling on the ground, that’s the main thing. I made a holder for my task lamp, but it’s very much a prototype. The place feels empty, I’ve got half a hundred things I’d like to add, and that’ll take time. 

I have a hard time doing anything besides springing to the finish line. That’s what I did to make these carcasses and desk tops. I was in the shop for hours a day. I’ve got at least as much work ahead of me as I do behind me, but it’s not something as easily brute forced. 

I’ve got twenty drawers to make, and more intimidating than that, I’ve got all the little bits and bobs to integrate. That means power, lighting, shelving, books, cameras, maybe a clothes hanger...who knows what else. 

This has gone from something I need to get done before I go back to work to something that I will be working on a little bit here and there for...ever? That’s a horse of a different color, and something I have a harder time riding.