Meantime I have this wonderful--if not neat--office off the living room. On cool days, I can open the doors and feel the heat of the fireplace. If I have a party, the open doors had a sense of space to what isn't really a very big living room. Granted, I do have to straighten my desk (usually not a major problem) and try to straighten the bookshelves. With the arrival of the puppy, I have cleaned up my office out of necessity. No more papers stored in great piles under the credenza--I had so much old stuff that I even found a huge stack of that tractor-fed printer paper we used to use with dot matrix printers. With the perforated edges off, it makes perfect drawing paper for Jacob, who is no longer happy with my recycled manuscript sheets with, as he says, "words on one side." He wants plain paper. Boy, do I have a supply now.
Looking forward from my desk, I see the living room, but behind me are two large windows onto the driveway. Handy for checking weather, watching squirrels, and giving me a sense of the outdoors. (I always like to have lots of windows and couldn't live in a house without windows over the kitchen sink.) There are two windows next to me, but they have permanent plantation shutters halfway up--still I can open them up and see what's happening on the street.
Sophie is spending much of her puppyhood in the office, and she seems to like it. Right now, Jacob is in here with her, jabbering away, playing with her--he's already exhausted her outside. But the floor is always littered with puppy toys and--shhh, don't tell dog trainers--I've traken to feeding her in here so that I can work.
In fact, when home alone, I feed me at my desk. I truly live at it and have withdrawal if I don't get some desk time each day. Thanks, Megan, that was maybe the best idea you ever had--except maybe marrying B.