Burning
Someone asked for photos of my new place, so I will give a tour gradually as the place pulls into order. First the bathroom with its old clawfoot tub. I finally hung curtains Sunday evening so now I can shower, but before that I did not mind the excuse to bathe every day.
I've been working on renovations at Les's house. Spent yesterday stripping stipple off the ceiling of his hall. It's tedious and exhausting. Les tends to putter around, work on his computer, run errands. Yesterday the heat and humidity started to get to me. By 2:30 my shoulders were burning from working over my head hour after hour and I had to knock off.
I came home, showered, and after a brief interlude, headed to my shift at Out On The Shelf. It was great to meet with Writers' Circle later and have eniastoa join us.
Today: more stipple, another room. I keep reminding myself I need this work badly.
I have a beautiful space cleared around my desk by the window and can't wait to spend time there writing.
