Another day in the dust. Neither Dominus nor I could face cooking, let alone eating in the house, so we called a mulligan on it, slung the fish into the freezer, and went out for Italian instead. It wasn't so much that I
wanted Italian food, as that I wanted to eat dinner where someone else would cook it, bring it to me, serve it on a table with a cloth,
and no fucking plaster dust on it, and then go away while I ate it. Frankly, they could have served me bland oatmeal and I would have been pathetically grateful for it.
I had a session with Holly yesterday, and as usual when the stress starts to ramp up, she ran down the checklist. Sleeping? Badly. Pain levels? Middling highish. Appetite? Umm... about that... It really is just that on some level, I'm disgusted by the state of the place, and I don't much feel like cooking, not that I'm not hungry. Although no, I'm not much hungry, really. I'm eating though, just eating things like trail mix, and hummus and naan, and suchlike. Things I can pour into a bowl and take away to my office without much fuss. Anything that involves the stove, oven, or cutting boards right now faintly turns my stomach. And to make it all worse, I am even more appalled at the futility of trying to clean the kitchen/house fast enough to keep up with the dust while the project is going on. I can't make myself do it. I'd rather live in relative squalor for four weeks and go into a cleangasm afterward than to subject myself to the sysiphian curse of trying to keep up.
Side note: Holy phuck, I spelled sysiphian correctly without looking it up! I wonder if I can work out address soon, too!
ANYhow. Tomorrow is my reprieve day. Dominus is working from home, so that I can escape the miasma and cacaphony, and try to get my teeth into some writing in at Prof Java's. Yes, looking forward to that lots and lots, thanks. I had to do a vinegar rinse on my hair last night to try and counter the alkaline properties of the lime in the concrete and plaster dust, and while my hair felt great when I woke up, by noon it felt haystack crunchy yet again. I can't keep it oiled
every day, so the ability to get out of here once in awhile is worth more to me than rubies right now.
Oh, for those who'd like to see pictures of the progress thusfar, we've put up a post on
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I spent part of today with the floor-guy's diagram of the library area, and some tracing paper, planning out the built in bookcases. Surprisingly, it came out pretty well. No idea just how much it's going to cost to make the silly things, but hell, at least we've an idea what we're shooting for, eh?
And now, I have to go and clean up some more plaster dust.
Such. Fun.
*Sigh*
Okay, I've fallen down a bit on the 'end on a high note' idea I had been doing, and I think it's time to get back to it:
High note for the day -- I got another of the poem illustrations in for the chapbook today. It's
brilliant! I'm so excited at how this thing is looking, I can't even describe it! Even if I only ever sell three of the things, just seeing the end product will be SO worth it! I can't wait to begin putting it all together.
