Save the books, save the world...
Feb. 10th, 2010 09:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceIt's a sort of Rule of Three: I've been awake since 3:33 (well, approximately: close enough for Chaz), listening to the percussive rhythms of three separate drips below me. What's the word for an orchestra of water-instruments? I haz one. *tunes his orchestra*
Today's plan involves lugging the vasty bookcase from the bedroom downstairs to the hallway, because it has a steel back; it offers small opportunity for the wall behind to dry out. Once it's in situ herebelow, I can fill it with all those books that I took out of the old hallway bookcase, and which are currently sitting in piles on the dining room floor, perilously close to all the dripping and in imminent danger of a new drip directly above 'em.
Then I can open up that new drip, and drain a little more water out of the ceiling; and then I can lug the old hallway bookcase up into the bedroom, because it has no back and will hence allow the wall to dry behind it before I load it up with books.
Meanwhile, there's more snow on the roof this morning, and we are promised further wintry showers through the day. Oh joy. Maybe I should just abandon the dining-room altogether? I seldom dine these days. I could strip it out and give it over to the elements - except that the kitchen lies beyond it, and the cats wouldn't appreciate a mad dash through torrents to their breakfast. Besides, where else would I put the cookbooks?
Also meanwhile, I am supposed to be revising this damn book. I have, um, sixteen days left, and too much - far too much - to do.
Today's plan involves lugging the vasty bookcase from the bedroom downstairs to the hallway, because it has a steel back; it offers small opportunity for the wall behind to dry out. Once it's in situ herebelow, I can fill it with all those books that I took out of the old hallway bookcase, and which are currently sitting in piles on the dining room floor, perilously close to all the dripping and in imminent danger of a new drip directly above 'em.
Then I can open up that new drip, and drain a little more water out of the ceiling; and then I can lug the old hallway bookcase up into the bedroom, because it has no back and will hence allow the wall to dry behind it before I load it up with books.
Meanwhile, there's more snow on the roof this morning, and we are promised further wintry showers through the day. Oh joy. Maybe I should just abandon the dining-room altogether? I seldom dine these days. I could strip it out and give it over to the elements - except that the kitchen lies beyond it, and the cats wouldn't appreciate a mad dash through torrents to their breakfast. Besides, where else would I put the cookbooks?
Also meanwhile, I am supposed to be revising this damn book. I have, um, sixteen days left, and too much - far too much - to do.