Updated: Sep 30
This desk? It’s in room 202 of the Community Building, where my office has been for over a decade. Facing south with no shades, it gets so hot in the afternoons, even in subzero stretches, that I have to open the windows, and the computer is often broken, making loud wailing sounds or moving slower than frozen molasses.
Yet it’s my room, my little home of work and talk and heart and soul, a place often buzzing around me as I keep listen to people tell me of work they’re doing that is changing everything.
Now the office is quiet. There’s nothing left to do for the day, except exhale a little more slowly, feel the slow fatigue in my eyes and the great comfort of the chair. The world is calm for a few moments, and I return to myself, satisfied, tired, grateful.