I’ve opened a satellite office in a county north of where my primary practice has always been. In my new digs, I’m not the landlord nor responsible for anything other than myself and my work.
I toted some things northward this morning and my new part-time office mates each grabbed something and carried everything into the building. They fussed over me, showing me the internet password, my new key, and the Keurig coffee-maker. Then my friend Pat, whose brainstorm this whole adventure had been, accompanied me to breakfast.
I drove back to the city still walking on cloud nine from the experience. No matter that my legs hurt, a prospective client got confused about the days, and I’m still struggling with an outbreak of no less than three viruses at the same time. I won’t complain. Sometimes, you just have to look at things from a different point of view.