I have a nice window looking out on a tree lined street. I have an old table cloth nailed in the window that I pull back with a hair clip during the day. All day I watch families on bike rides, dog walkers, and I have my own personal road runner searching for lizards. I also have a nice kiva fireplace, big and open (I found some old window screens to keep the cedar logs from popping on the carpet). I sit in a folding lawn chair next to the fire and look out the window. I have changed the color of my right knee doing this. I know for sure my right leg is done. This house is old, so I always have spiders and various bugs that make their way in here. Some get to live, most don't.
In this room I have felt pain, grief, remorse, and an occasional fleeting hope...I'm still trying to catch it. I have felt dumb, (just a post JW thing) and sometimes I remember that I am really fairly smart. I have to keep remembering that, keep remembering that. Someday I will be me again.
The other day, in this room, I sat in front of my computer and opened up JWD and let go. My lonely thread. I made contact with the outside world. Contact. All from my computer room. I will be leaving the building soon, I may not be Elvis, but I'm pretty sure my chair will miss me.
What is your computer room like?