Saturday, October 27, 2012

Work table

 
I turned my chair around to face the wall behind me.  I turned away from my desk with my laptop and the windows before me.  I was just taking a break, a moment, with a cup of coffee in my hands.
 
It's an ordinary work table.  Cleared off, neat, but with me all over it.
 
What do I see?  Running medals, food handling certificate, index cards and writing notes.  Binders filled to read of my writing, a yard of white material for a small piece I will be sewing and a Ouija board.  Of course.   Because there is always the maybe, suspicion, and mystery.
Insert smile here.
TT
 

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