I’ve been finding it hard to write a blog post that isn’t one long tirade about the state of our house, the number of boxes I’ve unpacked, and how many I’ve yet to go. I normally try to have a positive outlook on life, but this last week (and indeed, this last month) I’ve found it very hard.
But with the end of my week coming to an end, I’ve happily seemed to find that I’m carving out a routine. I’ve been able to bike regularly, work productively, and it no longer seems like the world is coming to an end. Well, as long as I keep the door shut to the upstairs guest bedroom, which still makes me want to weep incoherently.
So posts will be coming in a more regular manner, now.
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| Watson, in our new rocking chair, in my new workspace |
