Well, hell. The clutter on the kitchen table has been cleared, furniture has been moved. Half the kitchen floor still looks like a beat up vinyl floor from the 60′s –but now with added lemon scent. Alas, upon doing some more measuring, I don’t think my bright idea to switch the tables around is going to work. Oh, I could probably get used to walkways that are only a foot wide between tables, but your average-sized human might find it to be a royal pain in the butt.

Maybe if I put the drafting table at a diagonal or something. Or just rotate it in its current location. I’m just bleeding tired –literally bleeding in some instances– of running into the corner of that drafting table almost every time I enter the kitchen from the den. There’s really nowhere else in the house for either of these two tables to go right now, so they have to be in the kitchen until further notice.

To be honest, if I had my way, the kitchen table would be gone. But it entered my life by way of Lin, and he apparently likes the ugly and broken down old thing, so I think I am stuck with it for the time being.

Hmmm. What it would be like if I finally got rid of the boxes of stuff I keep meaning to get rid of in the living room (the perpetual pile of stuff heading out my front door to donations or trash) and put the kitchen table there. Or the drafting table. It’d be a weird place for it, but it would allow me full view of the TV while working on something (may or may not be a good idea).

I’ve got the whole kitchen torn up, and now I am getting really, really sleepy. Though I know no good will come of it, and it’s highly likely half the kitchen floor being washed and waxed and the kitchen table cleared might then be the only thing I accomplish today, I think I’ll go take a little nap. I can’t drink any more coffee right now. I already have a stomach ache from it. I wonder if I’ll be able to get up in, say, 90 minutes and get back to work? Let’s see, shall we? There’s always tonight, tomorrow, and the day after that to get more work done. There’s a 100% chance of us getting snow or sleet the next two days, and even if we don’t get snow or sleet, the weather is going to be so foul, I won’t be leaving the house or be in a good mood. I might as well plan to spend three days moving furniture, being tired and cranky, and maybe (just maybe) making my living space better. Or not.

But for now, I think a little nap is in order.

Don’t mind me. Just thinking out loud in public.