I spent quite a lot of time laying out the office, first on graph paper and then on Floorplanner.com. Here's the layout. I cannot explain why the chair looks so enormous and the desk looks so small. It's an overstuffed chair and a half, maybe that's why? But theoretically, the dimensions are right...
Anyway, I may have to retire from the room shortly, as I think the fumes from polyurethaning the windowsill are getting to me. The window was open during all of that, but something in here reeks, and I have a headache. And a huge backload of stuff to sort through.
My big plan is to make sure I load only essentials into the new space. So I am going through all my drawers and bobs and bits, doing a rough sort of stuff I know I can throw out or give away... but I'm also enforcing a strict policy of only bringing in items as I need them. At the end of a month, anything I haven't brought in, I will do another rough sort on, keeping a very critical eye as to what is needed and what is not. I'm not saying a month is the true limit--I could throw out some good stuff, that way.
Interesting to figure out how decorative elements come into play, there... I already feel the barrenness of the walls, so that is going to be one of the first things remedied. And the lighting.
I'm also thinking of moving to a two-drawer file cabinet. *gasp!* Well, hear me out: I will probably keep the four-drawer upstairs for a good year or so, and then really rethink my filing needs. Once upon a time, a file cabinet was the epitome of my ideal of organization. But I do so little on paper now, I can't foresee keeping the monstrosity for it.
I may even go so far as to throw out all the reams of coursepacks and photocopied readings from college. *double gasp!* Honestly, I haven't looked at any of the coursepacks since college (the books: yes; coursepacks: no). Possibly it's a browsability issue. In any case, I work at one of the top ten academic research libraries in the country, and honestly, I don't need to keep a personal file of articles that are rapidly growing outdated in subject areas I probably won't actually revisit directly in fiction.
This is an enormous change/admission/goal for me, btw. Just so you know. I've held onto bits and bobs of paper--scribbled "research" notes and the like--fiercely since I was 13, as though hoarding knowledge against the apocalypse. Come the apocalypse, though, I'd be better off with How to Survive in the Woods and my guides to medicinal and edible plants rather than a description of the alarm calls of vervet monkeys.
I'm just saying.
Anyway, I have to go figure out dinner. And look for my camera some more.
ETA: Figured out the small desk thing. Apparently 23 inches to the program meant the depth of the desk and the chair together. Of course!