Cats: the gift that keeps on giving

[desperance]

I still haven't got used to the fact that my office floor is all clean and open and uncluttered.

Neither have the cats.

In my case, this not-usedness manifests in the fact that I still scuttle strangely crabwise to the door in the dark, trying to avoid treading on obstructions - boxes, bin-bags, heaps of paper, heaps of books - that are actually no longer there.

In the cats' case, it manifests in lying sprawled in curious new places not hitherto accessible.

Which gives me a very good reason for strange crabwise scuttling, because yup: there are indeed obstructions underfoot. Self-motivated movable obstructions, never in the same place twice. Noisy when trodden on...

Also:

354 / 509 (69.5%)

I worked all day for 44 pages. I cannot believe how slow this is. Maybe I'm just making it loads & loads better...?

Comments

[triciasullivan.livejournal.com]

'trying to avoid treading on obstructions - boxes, bin-bags, heaps of paper, heaps of books - that are actually no longer there'
ROFL--oh, dear.

44 pages is a lot in a day. I mean, if you'd written 10 of them cold it would be a good day. Going over and editing 44 is very respectable.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

I really should've taken before and after photos; nobody will now believe just how much of a tip this room was, a week ago. Classic one-path-from-door-to-desk-but-you-have-to-edge-sideways stuff.

Now it's all open prairie and wide vista. I have agoraphobia indoors. Also, now that the mess is cleared away, I have ambitions to rearrange the furniture, fix the bookshelves securely to the walls, sort the papers... Y'know. Like that.

And once the book's away, I might even have the time. I came back at midnight and did another six pages, just to get to that magic 50. Which is still only half what I was hoping for, but hey...