I’m putting together a work space, in the attic of the barn, in the back yard.

it’s cold up there, but it isn’t anywhere near as bad as being outside in the snow. plus once I’ve figured out a space heater it’ll be fucking toasty.

Electricity is going to involve far too many extension chords, but hey. This is fine.

The pinnacle accomplishment for this space would be hanging the hammock chairs from the rafters. Or just a regular hammock.

Possibly a plastic tote with Oreos and other nonsense? At the very least a plethora of snacks.

On top of all of these things, my family talked about it and everybody thinks that it might be okay to hang out with friends up there, in a carefully socially distanced manner. I would be so down for that.

But I also like the idea of bundling up and going up there alone. I’m way too excited to hang out up there over the break and make soap or some shit and blast Hozier and LP over my terrible phone speakers and dance around with a broomstick like an actual ten year old child.

I hope it’s been a solid afternoon.