Of Musical Chairs and Stiff Muscles

VintageHousewife Clock by the Glamour Girls

The mind works in mysterious ways. A few months ago I rearranged some of the furniture in my flat (yes, at the time of The Bookcase Incident) and on Thursday night inspiration set in once more. Of course! (My mind said apparently out of nowhere while I was relaxing on the couch.) All you need to do is to move this, and that and then you can switch the couch and the table around; giving you better light to work by while making sure that the neighbours can’t see you half asleep on the couch on Sunday afternoon watching a marathon of one of your favourite shows. (This I found out to my shock after going in search of some grass for Sir T. If you have a cat, you need not ask more. If you do not, you do not want the answer. Trust me.)

So, I did a few quick measurements (see, at least I was being practical – albeit by using the broom as temporary measuring tape) and started The Task. I thought it would take an hour, max. However, when I looked at my watch after I finished it was basically Friday. At least I only bumped my head once (against the samebookcase – which, I think, is either cursed or out to get me for moving it about so much).

But, I am happy to report that the New Look is definitely working better. There’s also more space for Sir T to play and he’s finding new and exciting ways in which he can ambush me from behind furniture early in the morning or when I’m carrying a mug of coffee. Mentally preparing for two days of stiff muscles may also have been a good idea, though. At least I got some exercise in between all the studying and writing… okay, and a marathon TV session.