That Mom just isn't Right

At the beginning of the summer thing one and I traded spaces. He wanted privacy in the attic office/guest room (translation: at least one story between him and T2),  I wanted a workspace with a window downstairs,  and T2 wanted me close enough closer to him.  So, for the second time this year, I relocated my desk and printer to a new home. The first time I moved them out of a tiny windowless room with a small skylight whose main selling feature was a two walls  of books.  now I know somethings not right in my head, because it took less than two months before I decided I'd rather be surrounded by the books and paintings then look out the window.Now I know somethings not right in my head, because it took less than two months before I decided I'd rather be surrounded by the books and paintings then look out the window.And as John Lennon might've said if he had been a nerdy hermit, you might say I'm a bit goofy, but I can't believe I'm the only one. I hope someday you'll join me (in your own little cave, of course) and the world will unwind with a few books or even just one.