in which i report from the kitchen

The benefits of my hard work are starting to materialize in meaningful ways in my life, currently as some remodeling in my house that we've wanted to do for years but haven't been able to afford. At the moment, we're having drywall hung the house, and the ceilings in three rooms are being skim coated, to make them all smooth and shiny, so that when we have visitors over, they oolMost gets blind.

One of these rooms is where I usually do my work, so I've been temporarily relocated to my kitchen table, in what is probably the most uncomfortable chair in the entire house. This is just slightly less fun than it sounds, but comes with the added bonus of my dogs sleeping at my feet for the entire day, because their beds have also been temporarily moved to the kitchen.

However, the creeping pain in my neck and shoulders is easily offset by the glorious aroma of chili, which is currently cooking in the crockpot on the counter, just ten feet away from me.

I'm sure there are people in the world who work next door to a bakery or some other place which prepares delicious-smelling food . . . man, I don't know how they do it; I've been salivating all day long.