Setting up

So here I am in Houghton. Sure, I could cross the bridge and be in Hancock. But maybe later. Right now I’m in Houghton and that will have to do. I think I’ve rearranged the furniture in this Deluxe Suite a dozen times, and I still can’t get in a comfortable writing position. Really, it’s a lovely room. I just seem to have extreme writing needs. The big problem is that I need to write a book—plus about a half dozen other things while I’m here. I just can’t imagine that happening at the uncomfy desk. It’s a fine desk and all, just not a desk that I think I can write at.

So I think I need to rearrange again. There seems to be a pack of 3-year-olds outside the door. Um. let me check on this unexpected high-pitched loudness.

Okay, children have gone outside now. At least it was happy children noise. I’m a lot more tolerant of happy children noises than I am of the screaming-loud bang-crying of a child with a boo-boo sound that happened upstairs last night. It went on just 3 seconds sort of my going upstairs to make sure the kids were okay. This morning’s happy, chirpy, bouncy noises suggests that they survived.

I guess it’s time for me to rearrange the furniture again. It seems impossible to find a position I can write in—and even more impossible to find a position that doesn’t block the windows. There’s so little circulation in this apartment in the first place. Blocking the windows too seems lieke a bad thing (especially since that makes opening and closing the windows impossible). The best thing would be if I could just toss several pieces of furniture out. I’m guessing that the residential services people wouldn’t appreciate that. They probably don’t appreciate that I ripped the stupid plastic off the window air conditioner. It was blazing in here and I needed to turn on the fan to try to pull some extra air in here.

I guess I have now crossed over into the land of procrastination. Time to post this and get to rearranging the furniture.


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