my place

Man-cave, manspace... sounds silly, but by whatever name-- mine is Little House-- it's sacred. Michael Pollan was way ahead of the curve on this, as on so much else, in A Place of My Own.

Much that I treasure, including an Earth stove, a couple of comfy old recliners, a large old restored roll-top desk that's followed me everywhere forever, and books and files and photos and personal affects of all kinds, and wireless Internet access-- is here. If such spaces really reflect (as Sam Martin says) "who we are," then I probably ought to take better care of it.

Mustn't be too quick to discount the value of tension-free homeostasis, in a home away from home.