As I pushed open the door to my office, the familiar calm of the space settled over me.
I shrugged off my long coat, hanging it on the rack, and found myself left in just my half-coat.
I adjusted my black gloves, feeling the leather against my skin as I looked around the room.
I realized yet again, probably for the hundredth time today with a small sigh, that I didn't have anything scheduled for the day.
No lectures, no meetings, just empty hours stretching ahead.
Instead of lingering on the emptiness, I leaned against the desk and started looking around, searching for something to occupy my time.
"Let's start the day by cleaning my research room..."
I knew I couldn't afford to hire anyone to clean the place, and honestly, I preferred doing it myself.
There was something about cleaning my own space that made it feel more personal, more meaningful.
