I have conquered my office, which was critically necessary in order to allow me to get back to work tomorrow. The art isn’t up, but the room’s arranged more or less to my liking, all the knicks and the knacks are distributed (Kate, you’ll be pleased to know that all of them arrived utterly unscathed, even the hard-to-wrap delicate ones, and I am very grateful to you for your efforts. You did a much better job wrapping them than I’d have done. :)), and the computer (still named Nook, which is increasingly misleading; I’m going to have to rent out an office suite to improve on this room!), is up and running. I also got the kitchen/dining room under control, although there’s an enormous pile of flattened boxes and four boxes of the landlord’s kitchen stuff in there, so it doesn’t look nearly as much like it’s done.
I went into our bedroom, looked around, and fled again. Not man enough to face that today. Nor am I prepared to deal with the computer room, but we need some kind of support structure for our printers, and probably at least one more bookcase before we can really get a handle on that room anyway. We have a number of boxes in there labeled “living room crap” or “STUFF” which need to just be gone through item by item in an attempt to get rid of as much of it as possible. But it’s coming along, and I should be able to work in my office tomorrow, which is good.
If I was a very, very good person I would take myself out to the grocery store and buy perishable sorts of food. I…doubt I’m that good a person. I may be just barely good enough to do some writing. I don’t know yet.
miles to Isengard: 46.8(x-posted from the essential kit)