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Jan. 30th, 2012 11:36 amWe had a lot of rain last night. Thanks to the rain I finished all but two pieces of my paperwork (the remaining bits lurk evilly) and today I ought to be gloating. I don't know why dealing with forms and decisions leads to no happiness whatsoever* but I haven't as yet discovered any capacity to gloat
The downside of the weather is that - of course - it has physical consequences. I nearly broke a bowl just now. Five minutes later, my computer hiccuped when the desk shelf decided to go for a spin across the floor. I look around my workplace in trepidation and wonder what will be next. Paperwork is almost better. Only almost.
One thing I'm certain of is that we have storms either on the way or on the way past. When they're gone the magical spinning of deskshelves and the mysterious translation of bowls will stop.
If my mother weren't coming tonight, I would raise a finger at the weather and take myself to bed for an hour. Instead, I'm making soup and getting the recycling ready for imminent destruction. Soggy papers fit the morning.
*But if I don't deal with them, there is almost always unhappiness
The downside of the weather is that - of course - it has physical consequences. I nearly broke a bowl just now. Five minutes later, my computer hiccuped when the desk shelf decided to go for a spin across the floor. I look around my workplace in trepidation and wonder what will be next. Paperwork is almost better. Only almost.
One thing I'm certain of is that we have storms either on the way or on the way past. When they're gone the magical spinning of deskshelves and the mysterious translation of bowls will stop.
If my mother weren't coming tonight, I would raise a finger at the weather and take myself to bed for an hour. Instead, I'm making soup and getting the recycling ready for imminent destruction. Soggy papers fit the morning.
*But if I don't deal with them, there is almost always unhappiness