Flakes
A bit more snow on the way, here in New England.  In fact, it already started earlier today:
These flakes were so lovely and perfect, I had to photograph them…
My favorite kind of snow. But I did dash out for more ice melt salt. It’s supposed to be freezing rain later.
Monday is household chores day for me. Â I like to save the weekend to be at my writing office, because I generally have the entire floor to myself, all day both days.
When I first moved in, half the floor was empty, and I had several rooms between me and the busy offices. The sense of solitude was wonderful. There was even an actual glass door that I could pull closed, halfway down the hallway, creating even more of a buffer zone.
Then a property-management group moved in down the hall from me — but that was okay. They’re not full time.
Then a one-man construction company moved in across from me — but that was okay, too. He’s mostly out constructing things.
Now, however, the billboard-sign sales office is doing really well. Â Good for them! Â And they’ve hired four more people. Â Nice boost for local economy!
And they’ve taken over the rest of the offices. Â Damn.
Including the one directly beside mine, with zero soundproofing, so that even the most normal casual conversation sounds like it is right exactly in the same room with me.
So, despite the fact that I am now a full-time writer, I still do most of my work on afternoons, evenings and weekends.
Well, I’m a natural night-person anyway.
And things seem to be going pretty well, actually. Progress is being made; solutions seem to be at hand.
More later…