Actually not a facelift, an office lift.

Actually not an office lift, more of a mood elevator.

Actually not really an elevator but a coat of paint or two, and the removal of four layers of wallpaper.

Once it's all back in place, thinking and writing may be easier. When the entire HappenStance 'office' (what was once the spare bedroom) is all in lumps and piles and packages and under dust sheets, it is truly awful.

I'm convinced the house in which one lives has a direct relationship with the brain with which one thinks. If one of the rooms -- especially a room that's central to functioning -- is in upheaval, then the brain experiences fundamental disruption. It's all to do with the Roman Room theory. If one of the rooms is out of action, how can memory work?

It may be easier next week.

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