… in this morning’s maundering: one of my grandmother’s treasures. She was a brilliant artist and silversmith; to have a part of her in my own workspace makes it feel more like home, a space to thrive.

It’s the home of my projects in process: when I’m working on them, they go to the main desk. When not, they live on The Table. AnotherFicThing now lives on the table, too.

As does the requisite well-chewed puppy puzzle toy: it’s important that Kirby has his projects too.