I was not consciously following Horace Greeley's advice, but here I am anyway.
This to the left is my old office.
To the right we see my old office after I took it apart and started packing stuff. I entered a phase of my life when I couldn't find anything. Those brightly colored little squares are postit notes. Me, trying to stay organized.
That's my desk here. I've set it up in the back in the corner of the big main room, behind the sofa, not far from the fireplace. Way across the room, I look out the back windows where the eastern light comes in.
I haven't lit a fire in the fireplace yet, but I've got wood. A friend brought me a truckload today as a 'housewarming gift'.
Next here, you see me with the books and files put away. The baskets on top hold envelopes and office supplies.
The top two shelves on the left are my TBR books. I have rather more than I can ever read, I'm afraid. They are not merely stacked two deep, they are crammed in till there's no room for a temperance pamphlet.
But the files are moving into the places they fit and it's getting so I can mostly find things.
The rest of my books are over here in this long bookcase that's off to my right as I sit at the desk.
The top two shelves are my Keeper books; the rest is reference materials. I had to thin out quite a bit of both when I moved. Ouch.
My dog still looks pretty dubious, don't you think?
The back porch has a view down mountain. I look out to the east. The rising sun is probably a good omen.
Round about that last mountain that you see in the distance is where I moved from.
Sometimes the clouds just walk up the hill and cover everything. Surreal. Beautiful.