Sunny Saturday

[rolanni]

So, my office is a converted sunroom. By which I mean, when we moved in to this house, I put my desk and my supply bureau and the Comfy Chair, and my books in the sunroom and pronounced it Good.

And I may say that it performs its function as Writer's Office with considerable aplomb. I'm pleased.

However, the room has not given over its core function. It is *still* a sunroom and it does its bit to heat, and light, the dining room and kitchen (which have no windows), and as a kindly afterthought provides prodigious sun puddles for the cats to lounge in.

This means that sun -- yes, bright sunlight! -- pours in through the windows early in the morning until mid-afternoon. And around about, well, now, the sun streams in the clerestory window on the right side of my desk, and I must don my cap so that I can see the computer screen.

I like my cap. It's denim, with a long visor, kind of like a wearable sun-porch, and a structured crown sewn with four rows of tiny silver sequins, so when the sun is on it, I blaze forth glory like a Sun Goddess.

. . .which is exactly the mind-set you want to bring to answering your morning email.

Sunroom, for the win.

Comments

[batwrangler]

Yay!

[theowlunderground]

Your description of your hat recalled to mind one of the Just So Stories by Rudyard Kipling, "How the Rhinocerous Got His Skin." In that one there was a Parsee who wore a hat from which the rays of the sun shone forth in more than oriental splendor. Apparently, they also come in denim.

(If you're not familiar with the book, I highly recommend it. The stories were written to be read aloud and they are simply scrumptious. )

[rolanni]

The first book I ever "wrote" was "How the Rhinoceros Got His Skin." I was five or so and had determined that I was going to be a writer, and so I started to copy "...Rhinoceros..." out my Golden Book edition into a marble-backed copy book, using one of those stupid thick pencils.

And my father came by and asked what I was doing, and I told him I was writing a book. He said that people might notice that Rudyard Kipling had written it first, but I had an answer for that. My plan was to write my name down as the author, and hide the Golden Book under my bed.

My father then recommended that I give up any notion of becoming an author an apply myself to my schoolwork.

[reedrover]

I too am a fan of brightly sunlit offices. I have one curtain that I move around to keep the glare off of my face. The cats approve.

[rolanni]

I play games with the curtains, too, but I can't do much with the high-up windows. Except, yanno, put on a cap. Or go work in the living room until the sun moves.

[hairmonger]

An office without sun puddles would be quite useless, I'm sure.

Mary Anne in Kentucky