| Doctor Unheimlich has diagnosed me with Robling_titis | |
| Cause: | falling over |
| Symptoms: | vague bone pain, turning into a giant monster, vague extra legs |
| Cure: | infect someone else |
Spent Sunday trying to make the dining room look a little less like somebody with ADD had exploded in it. Found the screws I needed to complete Griff's transformation into a snazzy cat-bed that can actually be picked up without it falling to bits, and a mysterious tennis racket. Pile #1, AKA "floor", looks reasonably organized; pile #2, AKA "worktable", still in under there somewhere mode, but improving.
Next chore after completing excavation of worktable is to tackle the boxes of vinyl to see what's been duplicated by CD purchases in the intervening years. Damn, but I wish I had a CD burner, I'm getting so tired of lugging the vinyl through my life... {sigh} Considering just dumping it at the goodwill under cover of darkness and running, really.