Renovation has begun—in more ways than one. It's just a minor remodel—symbolic of other changes, really. I'm ripping the closet out of my office so the space is more usable. (Actually I'm paying someone to do it for me.) Eventually, I will repaint and then someday, I'll put in cabinets and a nice long counter top so I have a work bench and a bona-fide office space. There is something so therapeutic about the sound of a hacksaw and the smell of sawdust. . . .
This is the beginning of my new life.
