precariously perched

Well it was a pretty miserable fail of a weekend as far as unfucking, decluttering, or doing anything productive.

BUT

I did get some stuff done. I have to remember that. Not much but it was something.

I spent a half hour in the attic. It helps just to know what is up there. I keep going through more boxes, consolidating, a little sorting, etc. Again, I didn’t make much progress, but it’s a little more done than last week.

I spent a total of about an hour on the Bedroom of Doom. The middle BR that I have my desktop computer/office stuff in. It has gone back to being a catchall, especially while unfucking other rooms. And unfortunately some of the stuff that ended up in there ‘temporarily’ had made a more permanent home there.

I got bored/overwhelmed/undermotivated so I headed over to work to see my Brand! New! Painted! Office! and get my stuff back in there so I could get some work done on Monday (today).

It wasn’t done. The trim wasn’t done. My office is small and you can’t have a painter in there and me in there at the same time.  Long story short I had some words with our estimator, he assured me it would be done when I came in today, because after all the painter will be there at 7, so I took my time getting in, and at 10 am when I arrived IT STILL WASN’T DONE.  Not happy was I. I did payroll and got the hell out of there. I told the painter I hoped I wouldn’t see him tomorrow. At this point I can’t even be bothered about how far behind my work is.  I need to pay bills. OH WELL. Tax stuff OH WELL. I should have left payroll till tomorrow so the checks would be a day later. But I am not that kind of person and I called it in from home.

So after I dropped some important stuff off at the PO, I decided to have an early lunch, I ate WAY too much at the diner (french dip, french fries, and a big ole chocolate shake), came home, waddled walked the dog, managed to get his butt ointment somewhere in the vicinity of his itchy heinie, and then when I came back here, I called the contractor who did work for me last year and left a message to get an estimate on my front walk. Then I called to make a reservation to see Moneyball on Weds at a local indie theater I have a voucher for.

AND NOW I am going to go back up to the bedroom of doom or the berdoom, and get in another hour of work.

I have yoga at 6 and I skipped it three times last week so I MUST go tonight.  And maybe I will reserve a spot for a spin class tomorrow.

Trying to salvage my surprise day off and make it worthwhile.

Or I may just take a nap.

No I am going to work, then maybe a nap.