Today I sat down to start a newsletter to the teachers I work with in my district. It was quiet and overcast. Husband was watching a fishing show on tv and my mom was settled into a new Kindle book, so it was an opportune time. Until it wasn’t.
I looked out the window of my new office and wondered when the fog set in. I mean it was 10:00 in the morning and we don’t live directly on the coast – fog was a really weird phenomena this late. I got up to refill my water and noticed there was no fog in the parking lot (which is really the driveway, but I’m really living this home office thing). I went back to my office. There was still fog obscuring my view.
Upon closer inspection, I realized that the windows in my office are filthy; clearly the custodian has been neglecting this part of the office. After a brief conversation with her (during which my husband asked if I could talk to myself using my in-the-head voice), she and I agreed that the view from the office is important and as soon as some window cleaner is procured, she will get right on it. In the meantime, I’m pretending to be holed up on an island off the coast of Nantucket.