From time to time I get hired to do some freelance writing, which, blissfully allows me to work at home. I've found the best place to write or edit is my dining room table. I have several desks at home, the most practical one in our basement, but I can never quite get over the sense of being underground. Kind of weird, I know. And now, to make matters worse, that lizard lives there in his terrarium with his daylight and his blacklight and his container of crickets. Big, Middle, and Little named him "Blinky," but I call him TDL. You can probably figure out what those initials are for. If not, you are a much nicer person than I am.
Speaking of nice people, Mr. T & C was noodling around on the laptop the other night, looking at house plans. We really would have made a great team of architects. He went to the website of the fellow who built our home in Florida, Keith D. Field, and found that several photos of our old house were in Keith's gallery. The photos were made at Christmastime, and since that blessed day is only four months away, I'm posting a couple of the shots here. One, obviously, is of my dining room table. It was my grandmother's.