What has kept me sane over the last few years is the fact that I worked a 4-day week, having every Wednesday off. I've always thought about it as a mini weekend in the middle of the week, and normally wouldn't have to work more than 2 days in a row. In my bad old days though I'd often use the Wednesday to catch up with work, or use the peace and quiet of my home study (a marked contrast to my workplace) to do some creative planning, to present library skills classes in new and different ways. Later I came to my senses, and realised that I needed that day for myself, to recuperate so I could go back to work with renewed energy. I gradually was able to get through whole Wednesdays without giving too much thought to work. From next week however I will have 6 Wednesdays and a Sunday in my week.
Here are some photos of my workstation, NOT A WINDOW IN SIGHT. On the back of my chair is my "emergency cardigan" for when the temperature would be just too low for comfort. I was the only one to put in a table with tablecloth and lamp, and a rug. Sometimes I'd take time to catch my breath and look around, and to add a bit of warmth to the place I'd turn on the lamp. It was always so cheerful. The last two photos were taken after I started the clean up process, removing things from the walls.