Dust-up

After a few hours of over-caffeinated reflection in Diesel (I got the Accelerator, plus a peanut butter brownie), I'm feeling more sanguine about the course of the book. I remembered why the relationship between these two particular characters is interesting and fraught, why they have reasons to hate each other and fail to understand each other and sympathize with each other all at the same time. I remembered the awesome gravity of the situation Scrutiny and the other fellow find themselves in, and remembered that I needed to convey that, instead of slouching into the easy "This happened...and then this happened...and then that happened" event dumps I'd been boring myself with. (All this despite the sacrelige Diesel committed in their renovations — the second squishy black leather chair is gone! This distresses me more than I can say. We are left with one awesome squishy chair, and tonight it was occupied by a wastrel with a laptop who did not purchase any Diesel yummies to justify his presence.)

Then I came home and, still hopped up on caffeine, spent two hours sweeping the entire upstairs. This was the full deal — the moving-the-bed, dusting-the-tangled-cords, cleaning-behind-the-desk kind of sweep, which turned up a ball of cat-fur dust-bunnies the size of a melon. In the process, I figured out that one wall in my office is just a giant cork-board, which means I can pin things to it. (Yes, I am slow.) So I've got some LP sleeves up there now — splashes of color, much improved.

Caffeine ftw.

Gone, gone, gone

Due to some quick thinking on my part, the queen-size box spring that took up space in our foyer for sixteen months is gone. Exiting the car after buying groceries, I overheard a hipster and his girlfriend discussing how to get the queen-size mattress that our neighbors had put out home; I cleared my throat and said, "Hey, you want a box spring to go with that?" Boy, did he! His enthusiasm outstripped the girlfriend's — "This is the best day of my life!" versus "How are we going to get it home?" — but he took it away, away, away.

O joy, o rapture unforeseen!