Quiet night in

[scarlettina]

Came home tonight with only two things on my mind: trying to get rid of the cold and getting the new living room a little more organized. I ended up alternating every half hour or so between sorting and shelving books and DVDs, and just sitting on the couch and resting. I'm still congested, but I don't feel as wrung out as I've been feeling. I just wish I could clear up my head; I hate not being able to breathe through my nose.

The DVDs are sorted. I need to either trade in a few to make space for new ones or just stop buying DVDs (um...not likely). I need to create some sort of rotation scheme or just resign myself to my collecting tendencies.

The book sorting is going to be an ongoing project. I have more media studies books than I realized, more poetry than I realized, more lit fic. I have just as many books on writing and publishing, just as many writing references as I expected (um...a lot). I seem to have a category of geisha fiction and nonfiction; not sure how that happened, though I've read every one of them. And lots of books on the Westward migration, pioneer women, and fallen women and prostitutes of the frontier. I've got a new stack of books that will need to go out to some used bookstore. And a lot more work to do.

I have so much work to do at the office tomorrow; it's going to be a busy, busy day. I'm genuinely looking forward to having a lazy day on Saturday, sleeping in and just letting my body rest. It's going to be a four-day weekend for me, and I'm looking forward to every single minute.

Comments

[ex-triciasu.livejournal.com]

It's quite interesting how, when felled with a really, really bad cold, you desperately need to shelve books. Says a lot about a gal.

I hope you get a good rest and feel much better forthwith. Take care.

[mevennen.livejournal.com]

I'm with you on that. I've got the local cold/sore throat, which is actually fairly mild, just scratchy. Spent most of y'day evening reorganising books. After 2 years, we've only just got to the point where all my other half's books are out of boxes, largely because he kept promising to make bookshelves out of the many feet of oak planking we have in the *&$%%! dining room, and then being felled by near-fatal diseases.

Excuses, excuses. Anyway, we then gave up and went out and bought bookcases and my God, nearly everything is shelved according to category. So you and I, Scarlettina, seem to be having near-identical holidays over the last couple of days. Good luck with yours!

[ex-triciasu.livejournal.com]

Yay! Now he can make birdhouses. Or beehouses.

[scarlettina.livejournal.com]

What it says is that there's something really, really wrong with me. :-)

Truthfully, I think it has to do with the fact that the room switcheroo has been going on so long (since...July?) that I just can't stand the disorder anymore, regardless of my health. On the other hand, there's little I hate more than simply laying around unable to do much of anything. Stubborn, me.

My goal for this weekend? Health.