Round and round and round
I am very glad tomorrow is Friday. This has been a painfully long week. Unfortunately, it's also been the sort of week where everything takes five times longer than it should, other people are not doing their jobs, and unwanted interruptions keep rearing their ugly heads, which basically means I'm still somewhere in the middle of Tuesday's to-do list. There's also the chance I'm coming down with something, or else allergy season has already kicked off, because my nose is stuffy and my throat is tickly. In short, I'm a cranky girl who needs a real weekend. In the absence of one I'm willing to settle for the pretend sort, where I still work but at least don't have to answer the phone or email.
On the upside, as of this past Sunday I have art hanging over my fireplace. We won't discuss how many years that took me. I really want to measure a bunch of other unframed things I have lingering in the closet and go see if I can find some cheapish solutions at Ikea, but I've been a bit spendy lately so I think the rest of the picture hanging must wait at least until after pay day, and more likely until after I do my taxes. Instead I am going to try to weed out some more books to donate to the library and possibly get a few stacks off the floor. Yes, I need a new bookcase. This should not be a surprise. But it's also another good reason to hold off on a trip to Ikea. That place is dangerous and my impulse control when it comes to shelving is in short supply. I'll just start telling myself how much easier it would be to vacuum if I could shelve all the random book piles, and before I know it I'll be loading heavy boxes into the back of my car.