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Home Office

 

This is my new office, off the entrance of our home. Having a space devoted to my work is wonderful. I've already had a couple of clients come to my home for meetings, and being able to entertain them in an environment conducive to what I do makes a lot of difference.

The new house itself is about perfect. We got a ping pong table for the family area in the basement.

Tamara and I were the first to play. She, if you didn't know, is an extremely good player. I rarely see her lose to anyone. Needless to say, she beat me. It was awesome.

A bit down the street is an access road to the lake. The path is beautiful.

And beyond that, Saylorville Lake.

Life is amazing these days.

 


by Brett Rogers, 9/24/2011 11:13:00 AM
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