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Monday, What weekend? Did I have two days off? Doesn't seem like it, somehow, dunno why. Whaddya mean, I'm walking like a Serbian grandmother? Shut up, ya mouthy kid, or I'll whack you with my stick. But the kitchen is now squared away and spotless, and most of the big boxes are out of the living room. I have my office desk and bookcase up, and am unloading books into there as fast as possible. Lyndon's office -- well, let's just say that as much as I miss him, it's kinda nice that he's not here right now because I can use his office as the Repository of Broken-Down Boxes. I also think he's going to have a slew of full boxes in there, too -- there are five or six boxes in my office that need to be moved in there, three more in the living room, and then stacks in the room itself already. And yes, honey, these have your stuff -- I recognize your handwriting on them.
As for why I'm buying naked furniture, I prefer it because 1) I know how to professionally finish furniture, 2) I finally have a garage in which to do this, 3) I can pick the color and finish, 4) it's solid wood, no composite or veneer crap here, and 5) it's a heck of a lot cheaper than getting them already finished. So It'll take me a couple of evenings in the garage with a sanding block, stain and some varnish -- now that the townhouse is almost finished, I actually have free time again in my future. And yes, Julia, I will be using some of it to write, I promise. But I also write when I'm busy sanding and staining -- I'm just writing in my head.
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