I’m feeling stuck. Stuck in different areas of life.
I didn’t like that view, so I moved.
Moved my desk that is – up against the wall with the windows.
The windows up here in the loft are actually sliding glass doors, so they are huge.
Great views – they look right out onto the lake, through the trees.
If it wasn’t raining I’d sneak out onto the balcony to hide, and maybe get something done.
Maybe not.