How is it that weekends used to be the escape and now it seems that weekends is just the time period when all the other work gets piled into? There’s rarely a weekend that goes by that I come out of feeling rested up. To tell the truth, my extended, disgusting stomach-flu riddled weekend last weekend was probably the most restful weekend I’ve had in ages. If it weren’t for the horrible pain and inability to keep food inside of me, I’d say it was a lovely time.
So this weekend is going to be a very busy one. Starting tomorrow, I power down this computer – a rare thing indeed – and dismantle the piles of crap on this desk. Then I clear away everything in this room and move said desk all the way to the front, which will put me at the very front of the house, kind of in the “executive position,” as I’ve come to think of it – big window in the giant room, you know. And then we move all of Amanda’s toys into the other part of the room vacated by this computer, as they’ve basically taken over the TV room. After that, we have room, again, in that room for a Christmas tree. All in the name of Christmas? Not necessarily, it’s just that it happens to coincide nicely with our needs right now. But, man, this is a lot of work for a tree.