Working Weekend

We're always in a rush around here. It's been years and years since we woke up on a weekend and just read the New York Times and drank coffee. There's always a to-do list that ebbs and flows, but never gets finished.

Steve is giving up his office and has moved two rooms of equipment into one bedroom upstairs. Two strong family members helped him move the stuff down two flights of stairs, and up the stairs here. I am exhausted by association, although I helped move boxes in the morning. Now Steve is in the attic, running wires across the attic in this old house. The new office only has one outlet, since this house was built pre-electricity, and is still behind the times. You would not believe the mess from this project. I'm going to have to take him to the car wash to hose the dust and grim off of him.

However, I am the lucky recipient of his old desk. It fits nicely in the corner of our sunroom. The cat is happy to once again have her two windows to look out of. This photo doesn't show the godawful pile of stuff that was moved out of this corner to make room. I took the photo early in the day. Now its surface has a lot more stuff on it. I think it's a good spot for writing.