Step Into My Office
As I’ve said before, when I’m not at my house, I live here at Portfolio Center and, more specifically, in this room. At the moment, I’m going batshit, having spent all morning and early afternoon proofing the PC catalog, a tiresome, tedious task, akin to sanding toothpicks.
I did take a break for lunch with Biggy, though. We went to Chin-Chin, where I had the cashew chicken and too many of those fried straws they serve with the soup. So now I have to stop every five minutes and go upstairs for water, enough exercise, I hope, to burn off the calories (I did order STEAMED rice, after all).
Anyway, in here I’m surrounded with the things I adore: books (many sent by my generous friend--and poet--Allan Peterson), toys, pictures, music, and the comings-and-goings of some of my favorite people, students and co-workers, all of them friends, who sit in that chair to laugh or cry.
You are all welcome, dear readers, any time. Just don't mind the mess. I’m still waiting for the office elves to come clean up for me. I’ve been waiting for nearly eight years!