I have achieved a state of "TOO MANY HUMANS, TOO MANY HUMANS NEAR ME, WHY IS EVERYONE CROWDING ME". I ... had not realized how much SAN regeneration I got from the fact that the children bloody well go to school.
I have also managed to write an opening paragraph, and collected another rejection letter.
We have had an electrician puttering about doing things since before the zombie apocalypse, and one of those things involved the discovery that the electrical panel he repaired had a circuit attached to it containing aluminum wiring. House construction was wild in 1967. Anyway the building code means that
Anyway, the aluminum was traced to my office space (half my bedroom), which wouldn't be a particular hazard in the abstract since basically that has a light except that as my office space it was getting a computer put into it and those draw a little bit more power than a lamp. (Admittedly mostly a gaming computer but.)
I had gotten the office substantially set up, with some conversation with![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
artan about the shelving unit I wanted to finish it up and let me put the rest of the stuff away. The office is also the Theology, Mythology, and Folklore Library and thus there were full bookcases up against the walls that needed to be emptied so the cases could be moved.
We had had vague intentions to strip the (painted over) wallpaper and paint (and also deal with the fact that the replacement ceiling is falling down) which were not gonna happen because augh I'm not packing this all back up again but welp. I guess we're doing that now because once I put my shit back in there I AM NOT DOING THIS AGAIN. I spent about a week muttering about what I called the Despair Boxes because the whole process was emotionally dreadful but now there's this empty space and Slicky comes in with plastic Easter eggs and knocks them around there yowling at fucking hell o'clock.
Alsoartan had a good idea about superior space arrangements when we put the stuff back. Which wouldn't have happened if we hadn't taken it all out, so silver linings in the Despair Boxes.
I am using computer games as a stim, I think, to control my state of horrible overload from there being too many humans all the time. This doesn't help with the getting things done, not that things are getting done because zombie apocalypse does a real number on the productivity.
But still. 31 March deadline. Steampunk fairy tale: go. (putt putt putt putt putt)
ETA: basically I am the wailing voice at "It's the End of the World as we know it (and I feel fine)' howling "It's time I had some time alone" into the unsympathetic void.
I have also managed to write an opening paragraph, and collected another rejection letter.
We have had an electrician puttering about doing things since before the zombie apocalypse, and one of those things involved the discovery that the electrical panel he repaired had a circuit attached to it containing aluminum wiring. House construction was wild in 1967. Anyway the building code means that
Anyway, the aluminum was traced to my office space (half my bedroom), which wouldn't be a particular hazard in the abstract since basically that has a light except that as my office space it was getting a computer put into it and those draw a little bit more power than a lamp. (Admittedly mostly a gaming computer but.)
I had gotten the office substantially set up, with some conversation with
artan about the shelving unit I wanted to finish it up and let me put the rest of the stuff away. The office is also the Theology, Mythology, and Folklore Library and thus there were full bookcases up against the walls that needed to be emptied so the cases could be moved.We had had vague intentions to strip the (painted over) wallpaper and paint (and also deal with the fact that the replacement ceiling is falling down) which were not gonna happen because augh I'm not packing this all back up again but welp. I guess we're doing that now because once I put my shit back in there I AM NOT DOING THIS AGAIN. I spent about a week muttering about what I called the Despair Boxes because the whole process was emotionally dreadful but now there's this empty space and Slicky comes in with plastic Easter eggs and knocks them around there yowling at fucking hell o'clock.
Also
artan had a good idea about superior space arrangements when we put the stuff back. Which wouldn't have happened if we hadn't taken it all out, so silver linings in the Despair Boxes.I am using computer games as a stim, I think, to control my state of horrible overload from there being too many humans all the time. This doesn't help with the getting things done, not that things are getting done because zombie apocalypse does a real number on the productivity.
But still. 31 March deadline. Steampunk fairy tale: go. (putt putt putt putt putt)
ETA: basically I am the wailing voice at "It's the End of the World as we know it (and I feel fine)' howling "It's time I had some time alone" into the unsympathetic void.
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Good luck with the wiring!
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Normally my job is light on the morning, a few hours off while they're all at school, and all of them (less those that have lessons) from 3-8, roughly. That is not the case at the moment, and the people who actually earn money are both still full-time and have meetings.
It is weekend though and I slept in gloriously which makes my DSPS happier.
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Hope the overall schedule settles out into the long haul ok.
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