The home office

Court and I were busy beavers this weekend. [Yes, I said beavers, STFU.]

We finished cleaning out our sun room, which is actually an enclosed porch. It was a storage room for our camping gear until we had the money to buy the cargo trailer.

In addition to the camping gear, the space became a dumping ground for a winter's worth of glass bottles. Though East Jesus has numerous collection sites throughout the city, none of them take glass. The only collection center that takes glass is in the next county; far enough to make tossing our bottles in the trash quite tempting. But we don't toss them. Instead, our bottles collect until our small house is overrun with them. A winter's worth of bottles is a lot of glass. We finally bit the bullet and hauled all those bottles to the recycling center. Mission accomplished.

With the space now vacant, the plan is to turn it into a home office for me. Today, while I was at my laptop working on a couple of consulting projects, Court assembled a desk and office chair for me. I am so kept, I tell ya.

I have to pinch myself. In just twelve weeks my daily commute will require a short walk from one side of the house to the other.

Does it get any better than that?