I spent part of last night packing a box. Inside this box I placed items that would make my new office feel like �home�. Not literally �home� or �homey� more like comfortable, or comforting.
I displayed my mini gallery of art (courtesy of �R.E. Furari�). The walls don�t look so barren now.
Is it me? Or is time literally flying? It seemed I just arrived moments ago. Now it�s lunchtime. I turn around and look at the clock once more, it�s time to go home.
My colleagues are great. They get along. Our workspace is quiet. I can actually think, talk and work without distractions.