I know it's not all about a great new office or feeling wondrous at the possibilities or being so ecstatic that people notice. I feel I have been given a gift and I intend to use it to serve others. I am going to stop going on and on though, because a few of my friends can't take it anymore. (Wow, too many I's and my's.)
|My office as you look in from the doorway. A door that people knock on before entering:)|
|Bookshelves and credenza, still working on it|
|Work area in one corner of the room, |
|My desk, with chairs for visitors.|
The window that lets in the sun and lets me see outside.
|Courtyard where I can sit to work or have lunch. |