worker bee

A look at my very messy little work station. I’m often turfed out of my spot by Eve after school but I’ve not previously had Zeke steal my chair. He has suddenly started losing himself in writing and drawing and, not wanting to break the spell, I naturally took the opportunity to work on the electric blanket. The attic is freezing and I am nesh.

Gratefuls:

1. Zeke, absorbed with pen in hand;
2. A prayer walk with a friend;
3. My very warm coat.