My office occasionally becomes so cluttered and dysfunctional I’d rather work elsewhere.
It’s a great room. I know because it’s functional now. The spring cleaning has made it through this second floor room
This is the room I fantasized about as a boy. Seriously. I didn’t know the shape my computer would be or exactly what it would do, but I knew I’d have one some day.
When I grew up computers were immense and had staffs attending to them. Expensive. Uncommon.
I used to read almanacs and the encyclopedia. A gift of an atlas from Helaine was very special. Now, it’s all at my fingertips.
My boyhood imagination’s office of today had blinking lights. Done. This place is crazy with blinking lights! They’re tiny and there are no Nixies, but they blink in patterns I can’t discern. That’s the part that counts.
How often do your childhood fantasies come true?