Which stinks. I’m exhausted, my stomach is tied up in knots, my back is tied up in knots, my eyes burn, and I feel like garbage. In a perfect world, someone would now take care of me the way I try to take care of everyone else when they’re sick. Unfortunately, it’s not a perfect world, so that won't be happening.
What I want more than anything right now is to manage somehow to crawl through today, go home, and go straight to bed. Unfortunately, that’s not an option. We’ve got a very large (for us) couch being delivered sometime on Wednesday, which means two things: 1) there needs to be a space for it to land, and 2) there needs to be a clear path for it to get to that landing space.
On Saturday I broke down my flat files that are in the library and moved the desk from the living room to the space where they were. Mind you, they’re still in the library in the middle of the floor because I didn’t feel like I could get them down to the basement by myself without hurting myself. I also broke down the cabinet with the computer and stationary supplies. The hutch portion is currently in the kitchen next to the woodstove, and the files portion has been rotated onto a different wall. It’s actually a pretty good place for the phone and the answering machine to sit. This will make room for the existing loveseat to move to where the desk was, thereby making room for the new couch. If I can replace the seat foam and find a nice neutral colored throw to toss over the loveseat I think we’ll keep it in the room for extra seating, at least for now.
So tonight and tomorrow I need to:
* Box up and move the computer supplies that came out of the hutch. They’re currently in piles on the living room hearth.
* Clear out/put away the random pile of filing that’s underfoot on the floor in the corner.
* Clear off the existing end table and move the stuff that’s around it. It will probably have to move at least somewhat.
* Remove the cube that is currently storing blank videotapes, as well as the box of audio tapes, neither of which I know what to do with. Which is why they’ve been sitting in that corner for a year.
* Remove assorted computer components from the chair to the library.
* Remove the papasan chair entirely. I think it’s going to end up in the spare bedroom for now. It breaks my heart, because I love that chair, but we may not have any place for it anymore. Regardless, we’ll need to keep the ottoman. Nishka would be very disturbed if we got rid of her throne.
* Clear debris off of the dining table so that...
* Once the dining table is clear, fold up the leaf and move it as far back into the dining room as possible to clear path.
* Move hutch component to basement to clear path.
* Shove pile of bathroom renovation materials away from living room/kitchen archway.
* Move CD holder out of hallway – probably into library.
* Move bookcase out of hallway – probably into dining room. It’s too heavy to go far.
* Clear off my half of coffee table so that it won’t go everywhere when the table moves.
I’ll probably take the picture down out of the hallway too, just in case. Our formal front door is the widest door into the house, so that’s the door that everything comes through (the fridge was exciting.) In this case, the living room is immediately to the left, but that would involve a 90° turn immediately after coming through the door. Maybe that’ll work, but it’s tight so I’m not going to plan on it. What will involve more carrying, but will probably be easier is if they come in the door and do a jug-handle turn through the downstairs – straight up the tiny hall, into and through the dining room, left into and through the kitchen and then left into the living room. That gives them lots more room to turn it if it can’t go through the first archway on end. I figure I’ll clear out both pathways and the guys who are actually doing the heavy lifting can decide what they want to do. They’re already going to be bummed when they see that they have to carry it up the driveway.
I don’t want to be here. I feel exhausted and sick and fragile and I want to go home.
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