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I owe LJ a report of our trip. Short version: lots of fun, nice break, miss having granma to watch Miriam. :)
During the summer, I get 3 three-hour periods a week when the babysitter comes and I get to have time off. In the past, I've spent those periods in restaurants of various sorts, but since I'm so close to UDallas now (and will be teaching there part-time in the fall: it's now official--yay!) I thought I should try to work in my office instead, avoid those calories.
But now I'm here, and there's just something about offices that puts me on edge and makes me not want to work. Maybe it's the sterility, with its pale blue walls. Maybe it's the sound of the blower. Maybe the room's too small, so I feel mildly claustrophobic. Maybe the desk is too high or too low. Maybe it's the SMELL...odors do have a direct connection with the brain, and offices do have a certain antiseptic smell to them. Maybe it's too quiet.
It could just be that I'm bad at getting down to work, of course, but I swear there's something else going on here.
I'm thinking I'll try to get some things to hang from the ceiling over the walls: a mobile, or curtains, or something. See if that helps.
During the summer, I get 3 three-hour periods a week when the babysitter comes and I get to have time off. In the past, I've spent those periods in restaurants of various sorts, but since I'm so close to UDallas now (and will be teaching there part-time in the fall: it's now official--yay!) I thought I should try to work in my office instead, avoid those calories.
But now I'm here, and there's just something about offices that puts me on edge and makes me not want to work. Maybe it's the sterility, with its pale blue walls. Maybe it's the sound of the blower. Maybe the room's too small, so I feel mildly claustrophobic. Maybe the desk is too high or too low. Maybe it's the SMELL...odors do have a direct connection with the brain, and offices do have a certain antiseptic smell to them. Maybe it's too quiet.
It could just be that I'm bad at getting down to work, of course, but I swear there's something else going on here.
I'm thinking I'll try to get some things to hang from the ceiling over the walls: a mobile, or curtains, or something. See if that helps.
