I've mentioned this elsewhere, but there's a reason I do most of my writing on the laptop, either sitting at the coffee table in front of the television or at the kitchen table. Having a secure wireless network in the house is a great blessing.
Yes, in lieu of a desk, I was typing on top of my (fully stocked) wine storage fridge.
In the closet of my office.
I don't take all the blame for this, though I suppose it is much my fault. I am a hoarder, though I reduced the number of useless things I save before we moved to Florida. Doesn't change the fact that we don't have a basement.
This pile consists of both Lori's and my collected library of a few hundred volumes, many hardcovers; many of my childhood collections; Lori's lighting rig for when she converts her office to studio space; assorted holiday decorations (including enough ornaments to decorate five trees), extra kitchen chairs, luggage, drapes, unhung artwork, empty bins...
And portions of my bone collection.
Feel free to revel in my crapulence. I do have a desk, it's currently in a dozen pieces in the garage until I can get it sanded, polished and laquered. Eventually, there will be 'after' pictures. Prepare to be amazed, just don't prepare too quickly. For contrast, check out Lori's office just so you know we're not just crazy 'shack-and-manifesto' people.
On a completely unrelated note, is it just me, or are they running Christmas ads earlier than normal this year? Couple that overload with yesterday's 80-plus sunny, breezy weather, and I'll be lucky to get in the holiday spirit at all come December.