My Space

I have a new computer! It’s a laptop, but I have it set up in my office (heh heh, MY office, actually “the” book room which is mostly full of Dad’s books with a corner desk built in for me) with keyboard, mouse, box to put the laptop on so the monitor is at eye height, new mouse pad, planning notebook, coaster for a cup, pinboard, pencil tin (currently empty), and our degrees and a couple of small pieces of art on the wall to my left. I have red velvet curtains behind the screen, and behind the red velvet curtains is the ivy-covered bank outside.

Now I just need something to write.

And a document holder, external hard drive, laptop backpack, printer, shelves for printer and paper, sticky labels, and a rubbish bin.

The walls in here are 90s textured creamy-ochrey-yellow and there’s a skylight in the ceiling above and behind my head. It smells of old books, because of Dad’s aforementioned hoarding tendencies┬álibrary. I am very comfortable. It is cool and quiet. Let’s hope this will be a productive space for the next five years or so, and not just a refuge from family chaos!

Pretty Murderous Today

I’m in a bad mood today – or at least a bad mood seems to be very close to the surface, prepared to break through at the slightest provocation.

It seems to be a day of being told off by people who don’t usually tell me off. My song choices this morning for leading worship at church were a little controversial, and my Aspie twin brother made several digs while he was here this evening for tea and choir-music practice. He normally just rolls his eyes at me.

I have a bad cold so I can’t sing properly, which made both leading music at church and practising for tomorrow’s choir rehearsal difficult, and now DH is getting to read Harry Potter 7 to Mr 9. It’s the chapter where they end up riding a dragon. Darn it!

I haven’t had any decent amount of exercise for a long time.

It’s still another month and a half until I quit work, so my motivation is low but I still have to get stuff ready for my successor. At the same time, as I wrote about yesterday, I’m nervous about next year and all the stuff I have to do for it.

The house is a mess as we try to fit the same amount of furniture in a reduced amount of space so the fire can go in. The tiler hasn’t finished his job – the hole in the carpet is still raw-edged. DH finally got round to finishing painting the boys’ bedroom skirting boards today, so their room was also a complete shambles, so they had to play either in the untidy living room or in their sister’s room, as it was cold, wet and windy outside. Which means we have a rack of laundry in the living room as well.

And it’s that time of the month.

But I’m sure that has nothing to do with it.

Warm

Why is it called a “cold” when it makes everything feel hot? Eyes, inside of nose, throat, and I think someone was having a go at my left tonsil with a potato peeler while I slept. The brain is fuzzy and the energy is low.

With a day off work, and no facebook account, I have spent my day muzzily pondering things. Like:

Is it actually possible to have sex accidentally (barring rape)?

What is the reverse of a she-male? (DH suggested he-fem. What do you think?) Was my friendly bus driver actually trying to look like a man, so would it count as such?

Will having dark grey tiles, a red wood-burner and an off-white wall panel behind it add too many additional colours to a room that is predominantly green and pale yellow and rimu? Should we go with tiles to match the carpet?

Is a lively, informal church by its very nature inimical and unfriendly to shy people? Is it possible to make friends by means of a system?

Three of those questions are topics in themselves, to be covered perhaps when I’m not so muzzy. The tile question can only be answered by samples.