“Oh, were you writing just now? You don’t mind if I take a series of shits on your desk, do you? Also, excuse me, is that piece of paper edible? No? What about the other one? No? OK, that’s cool. I’m not in the way, right? I’m just going to jog up and down your bedroom now, to prep myself for the 4 am run I’ll take – also in your bedroom, by the way. That’s cool, right?”

My new home – and Edna Saint Vincent Millay’s barn:

My studio:

The view. What you can’t see: a migrating flock of monarch butterflies just overhead who have stopped in:

Thanks, Edna SVM.