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Sunday, This office. . .is clean The apartment complex management was kind enough to let us know on Friday that they're sending around inspection crews on Monday to do a general check of apartment conditions -- they want to make sure the carpets are okay, the paint is holding up, no enterprising young folk have started crystal meth labs in their spare bathrooms, that sort of thing.
That left my office, which still had three or four unpacked boxes strewn around the room between piles of paper, fabric, photographs, unsorted magazines, and other detritus you usually see in a home office. Oh, and it's been this way since I moved in. Um. . .bad Mellie, no biscuit?
My God. I never realized how big this room is, now that it's not filled with rubbish. Of course, I'm still waiting to put the futon and my writing desk in here (the futon because my office doubles as our guest room, and my writing desk because it's currently serving as a flat surface in the bedroom), but even allowing for them I still have a fair amount of room in my room. Which is nice. Gotta have a place to dance when the brain locks up, after all. And speaking of brainlock, there was a noticeable lack of it today as I came up with around a thousand original words and seventeen hundred pre-written ones for White Knight, Queen Alice, bringing the current word count up to 8,000 words or so. Like I said in my writing journal, having almost 60,000 words of a first draft from which you can cull useful sections is definitely handy.
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The
prospect of invasion didn't freak me as badly as it could have,
since most of this place is in good condition -- I just cleaned
the kitchen and living room on Friday, the guest bathroom is tidy,
I'm not even worrying about Lyndon's room until he gets here, and
while our bedroom and bathroom were kinda messy, they weren't that
bad.
So,
using the spectre of an impending inspection as a spur, I finally
got this room cleaned and organized. I even vacuumed the carpet
for the first time -- amazing. Most of my fabric is now in the plastic
storage towers in the closet, the boxes were either unpacked and
left downstairs for garbage pickup or stacked neatly in the closet,
I put all my crafts stuff in the closet (can you guess that the
closet probably had the greatest amount of cleaning and organizing?
I knew you could), and I got all the necessary papers put away in
the filing cabinet.
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