We haven’t done this in awhile, have we? I’ve kinda missed it. I know it’s afternoon now, but I’ve been cracking since before 8am. Here’s my thought for the day: My desk space is all mine again. The index cards, the cheap pens, the broken pencils, the computer. I can sit here whenever I want, and I don’t have to think about whether someone else wants to use the space or not. Why do I feel compelled to bury myself in busy-ness to avoid noticing that it doesn’t feel a nice as I thought it would?