Over the months of shipping out books, then the holidays, my office had gotten completely swamped with…stuff. A rough day was assuaged by a floor and desk cleaned out, lots of candles, and fresh flowering plants (all from Trader Joe’s). Cleaning accompanied by Miss Marple murder mysteries, which are also a good study in wickedness, which is something I’m not so skilled at writing, but need to learn. So this counts as work, right?
