The skies are gray today. Snow flurries blur the landscape outside the window. Temperatures hover in the mid-teens. The cold creeps through the soles of my shoes and my wool socks—the price I pay for working at my desk, which sits on the floor above our house’s crawl space.
I just want some peace and quiet. I’ve been known to say this phrase frequently but it feels like an unrealistic request at times especially with small children at home….