The Office: Day Screw It, I’m Not Counting Any More
Honestly, the plague topped off by a blizzard has pretty much ended any illusion that there was a steady progression here. We are FINALLY recovered, just in time for Krissie to head home on Tuesday (she was supposed to go a week ago but then Trouble Ensued), so I’m back to work, which means I’m unpacking the office while I actually do work, so I’ll keep posting on what I’m doing, but the Twelve Days is laughable now.
On the monitors: One is a desk top Mac; the other is the monitor that my laptop plugs into. Why do I need a monitor for a laptop? Because I’m getting old, my eyesight has gotten much worse, and that monitor is a lot bigger than my laptop screen. Why do I need two big monitors? Because sometimes I work with a lot of documents. I can pull up my Voodoo Pad or Scrivener files on one screen and write the story on the other. I can pull up images on one and refer to them on the other. I can run a chat on one screen and refer to documents on the other. Really, how do you all function without two? Oh, right, you’re young and you have good eyes and you’re probably more organized than I am. (The third monitor is just the laptop screen, so it’s a dupe of the big one on the right.)
Quilt over the door: This would be an excellent idea except this is a really small office and I need all the wall space. The door is just the part of the wall that swings. I could hang something over the garage side, though. That could be a very good idea. Or I could get one of the old doors currently leaning against the wall in the basement and see if that’s warmer although that would involve a contractor and money which is in short supply at the moment. The floor in here is absolutely icy, so more layers there would be a good idea, too. Cogitating here.
Bendy power strip/surge protector: I love those things. Never an unusable outlet on them. Of course I also love the ones that look like people and dogs. I’m a sucker for surge protectors.
Dog: Milton hurt his back. He’s a dachshund so that’s a big deal. There’s an operation that will put him back to normal but it’s expensive and he needs it fast. So now cogitating on that. Of course, if I’d write a damn book, this wouldn’t be a problem. No worries, I will solve this.
Normal: Moved in, virus defeated, now sitting up and typing without dizziness or nausea, faculties returned to as normal as they ever were . . . nothing but good times ahead.