A lovely place to work

UPDATE: Here's a pic. The room is bare but the desk is in anyway. I took off the glass so you can see the pretty top with no glare (except from the window - sorry, it's a very bright room). Click to enlarge. ------------- I am not so much into possessions normally, but in turning the little bedroom into my office, I had an idea of a desk I wanted. Not a big executive desk with lots of big drawers. I already have that one in my current office downstairs. No, something more feminine, more aesthetically pleasing. A writing desk. An escritoire, as my BF called it. I found two such desks at very reasonable prices. A black one and a mahogany one, the latter my favorite and in a consignment shop in Tooele. I made an offer on it, they countered and I accepted. I switched my car for my son's van and drove out after work. The shop girl and I managed to get it into the van. But once home, I could not manage alone. My son very kindly drove back up from Layton to help me get it into the house. In the bright light of the house it is even more lovely than in the dark shop. It was the right choice, it's exactly what I wanted. And certainly more than big enough for the flat screen and keyboard that will sit on top. It's a little larger than I had planned on and I will have to arrange the room carefully as I want to be able to look out the window from my desk. I'll take a picture once I get the glass cleaned and put in place. Ah, I'm exhausted, but happy.