I needed to bring my study under control. I needed to throw a ton of things out, and get a serious desk. I need to take Froggie’s eternal advice and “Plunk My Magic Twanger.” I needed some space around my head, Maria’s hard work and imagination made this happen.

My study had become a living monument to my Dyslexia, piles of books, papers, printouts, and an odd assortment of muses and statues.

Most of all of that is gone and my head has some space to breathe. More work to do but it is so much better.