I sit at my desk a lot more than I used to. Every now and then it gets cluttered again but I’m getting a lot better at cleaning it off and sitting down at it to actually get work done. I plan out my time a lot better and my morning routine is actually a routine now… or at least the closest thing I’m going to have to one. My desk is in front of the bedroom window and so I have a view of the street when I’m sitting here. There’s a house on a large property across from me and it takes up most of my view. Though I don’t like living in the city and wish I could remove the road and cars and background buildings and wiring running across the sky, I don’t mind looking at this house. The house is always closed up and sittings on the front corner of the property, leaving a large backyard. But that’s what gives it those little smidges of mystery that makes it easy to look at. There are people that live there but I rarely see them, and so it often looks like the only people living there are the cats that sometimes pop up in the window. I think there are only two cats but I can’t actually tell. There’s a lot more movement from the houses around us, and so my interest is just generally drawn to this house anyway. It’s not a pretty house or dilapidated or anything, it’s just that it takes up so much space on the street just sitting there.