My desk feels more and more like a place of work. Work stuff fills almost all of it, both physically and mentally. I rarely sit there with my private laptop these days, unless I’m doing something administrative that’s almost like work. (Like installing OS updates, or backing up my stuff.) Instead there’s one corner of the living room sofa that has become “mine”. I’ve got my knitting and mending baskets there, and my Kindle, and a pillow or two. And now I’ve even splurged on a second charger for my laptop so that I don’t have to crawl under the desk move the one charger between the desk and the sofa.