|She may be sly but still accident prone.|
We brought the rest of the boxes of my stuff in from the van today. I'd worked since Wednesday afternoon at making room in the green room for as many as possible so that as few as possible would be banished to the basement. Amazingly I made room for all 22 and without loosing the floor space for the mini-tramp.
Wednesday evening I smacked my face against the edge of a shelf I forgot I'd moved into that position and the frames of my glasses were jammed against my nose and brows. Oh my. Headache from hell. But only for a few minutes. With all the dust I stirred up and the sweat I'm constantly reaching up to rub at my nose or push my glasses back in place only to be sharply reminded how unwise those moves are.
Following is a photo essay of the box escapade. I hope to keep commentary brief as I'm utterly exhausted. Have had less than four hours of sleep every night for most of the last week and since Sunday afternoon have spent hours every day moving stuff in and out of boxes and boxes in and out of places. I'm scummy and want to hop in the shower and then into bed.
Besides I'm sad today. Internet is still down in Phoenix so I've heard nothing from Ed in over 24 hours. The work today kept me distracted but Mom is asleep now so I can't keep working at unpacking and organizing my books which might have been enough to distract me from the sad.
|This was the view to my right as I sat at my desk in the corner immediately after the last box was brought in by my sister and a young boy she had care of today.|
|View of my desk after I used a board to extend the space forward and made space to the back for desk misc and reference books.|
|Another view showing the netbook open and the office misc drawers on the corner of the card table behind my chair. I'm standing either on or beside the tramp.|
|Another view of the desk showing the boxes in the knee cubby and my bags hanging on and standing beside the open door. The top box inside the cubby is crafts. The bottom box is Mom's.|
|Here is the whole shebang seen from foot of bed. The aisle is less than a foot wide except where the brown shelf sits which is just wide enough to accommodate the office swivel chair from the forties that was once my dad's.|