Changes in employment have brought changes in my office space, as well. Instead of a sterile square office with government-mandated white (I mean buckets-O-white) paint, which I carefully tried to humanize with as many colorful hanging textiles as the maintenance crew would drill nail holes for, I am now working in my own comfortable surroundings.
Warm wood floors, artwork on tastefully-colored walls, a fireplace if I need warmth, hot coffee of my own choosing and quality mere steps away! And... my ecstatically happy furball/goofball of a dog glued faithfully to whichever body part has scooched over enough in the chair so that he can take over the warm spot -- either with his own little self, or, the slobbery, squeaky stuffed woodchuck that will get repeatedly nuzzled closer to me or growled at softly if it fails to continually fly through the air for another trip across the hardwoods of dog toenails that really need to be cut, if only I could stop flinging dog toys and get my portfolio site finished! Phewwww. That was a mouthful of a sentence. And, the reason I could finish such a long sentence uninterupted by the slobbery/squeaky woodchuck toy being repeatedly dropped in my lap and flung across the room is because the owners of the coffee shop with high-speed internet connection that I am currently working in do not allow furry/goofball little dogs.
However, soon enough I will want to be back in my "home office" complete with family, furnishings AND fury companions. Maybe they keep me grounded and balanced from my work-aholic tendencies. And who is to say what creative thoughts are spurred by these simple doggy games.
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