We're settling into something of a routine -- breakfast, Words with Friends for 45-60 minutes, then punching the virtual time clock for a few hours of work, foot elevated and on ice.
Welcome to my home office. Let me give you a brief tour.
The aerial view:
Lap (literally) top, mouse, etc. "Going" to the office is easy because the office is, basically, on my lap. But, once at the office, it requires the skill, cunning and creativity of a Cirque du Soleil star to navigate the cables, comforters and canine sensitivities if an impromptu trip
to the bathroom water cooler is necessary.
My mouse pad -- copyright 1971.
The strategy room.
The file room.
And my assistant.
Could someone give him a nudge and let him know I'm ready for my 10 a.m. latte?
