palace of winds

The construction was not so nice this morning, since it was a lot of sawing or jackhammering or something else extremely noisy. Probably lots of different noisy things. Very distracting.

The morning was slow and the afternoon was hectic, starting around lunchtime, and all the noise and the Mondayness made me scattered. Usually I’m focused; I like to get one thing done before I start the next, so I don’t forget about the thing I was doing. But today I flitted from one task to the next like [insert clever metaphor about a) a fruitfly in a crackhouse or b) that blind bat in that one 80's rainforest cartoon]. Office Depot brought my delivery (I call it mine because I ordered it and I am in charge of it and it had pretty things for me) and I unpacked about a quarter of it before wandering to the bank to deposit my newest biggest-check-ever-seen (not for me, alas, alas). When I came back I put together various reports and forms and emailed random people (okay, not really — they were rather specific people and it was for rather specific purposes, but the timing was willy-nilly) while unpacking the rest of the boxes.

I now have — lots of things, actually, but most importantly: three wooden inbox trays, my own roller of correction tape (I am convinced it comes directly from the Hand of God. This stuff is completely amazing. I could just sit and use it all day long), and a shiveringly expensive stapler.

I also have: a problem with long, rambling entries that have no real point.

And a blank fingerprint card. I need to find someone to print me for the FBI.

No, really.