This is TempOffice, the desk on the screened-in porch I set up for when I have work to do, but still want to keep an eye on the kids as they play outside.
It’s in the Nineties up here in Cryogenica right now, and I have a pitcher of cold iced tea (unsweetened), and a giant fan situated about six feet to the left of that desk. All in all, I’ve worked in worse locations.
I have some pizza dough rising for dinner, a chapter to conclude, and two articles to finish. Fortunately, I’m a hoopy frood who knows where his towel is. Hope you’re having a tolerable workday, too, wherever you’re slaving away right now.