When I injured my back due to work related activity, enter Workers Compensation Board (WCB). Having an exposure to WCB, I learned that this body has to work in an ergonomically correct environment in order to suite my needs. The chair, the height of the desk, lighting, keyboard, etc. has to be measured. It’s all fine and dandy; this body can find no comfort. The constant pain reminds me that I am still alive and I am grateful for that. Can the genie grant me new body? I think not. Therefore, a perfect space for reading and writing is a mere illusion. However, I find the joy of writing in so many ways as long as I carry with me a small notebook. I am a constant note taker. There’s a box of notebooks or journals I’ve written on daily activities about the injury. Oh well. Here’s a thought. When I moved to Room 306, for reading and writing-table, all I had was a cardboard box, a 3×4 piece of wood and a chair. I love this make shift table. The kids used this as their drawing table. One drawing is still on the table, the face of Calvin; hair all sticking up and the silly grin on his face. This piece of wood still exist. As for the box, it’s gone. I have to throw it out because of a silly squirrel. One sultry day, I left the balcony open. I came home that the box was all chewed up because the squirrel is a climber and got into Room 306. UGH. My favourite table is now chewed into bits and pieces. Fast forward, no more squirrels and this is how my best place to write looks like. With classical music in the background and the drapes wide open so that I could see the hummingbird, it’s heavenly. More than what a genie can give. Perfect. This is in response to Daily Prompt: Writing Room. Come and join us, it’s fun.