So, my office is a converted sunroom. By which I mean, when we moved in to this house, I put my desk and my supply bureau and the Comfy Chair, and my books in the sunroom and pronounced it Good.
And I may say that it performs its function as Writer’s Office with considerable aplomb. I’m pleased.
However, the room has not given over its core function. It is *still* a sunroom and it does its bit to heat, and light, the dining room and kitchen (which have no windows), and as a kindly afterthought provides prodigious sun puddles for the cats to lounge in.
This means that sun — yes, bright sunlight! — pours in through the windows early in the morning until mid-afternoon. And around about, well, now, the sun streams in the clerestory window on the right side of my desk, and I must don my cap so that I can see the computer screen.
I like my cap. It’s denim, with a long visor, kind of like a wearable sun-porch, and a structured crown sewn with four rows of tiny silver sequins, so when the sun is on it, I blaze forth glory like a Sun Goddess.
. . .which is exactly the mind-set you want to bring to answering your morning email.
Sunroom, for the win.