cleanskies is in the depths of winter.
It’s a small room at the back of the house, overlooking the garden. When we got there it was painted prosthetic pink on two walls and murky coffee on the other two, the ceiling was white with nicotine stipple. I spent yesterday night painting it white; today it’s drying. Tomorrow my desk goes up. The cat already loves the room (or would if it wasn’t full of stinky paint).