Sassy Black Friend

The urge to rearrange is growing

The boyfriend isn’t feeling well, so he spent most of this afternoon sleeping on my sofa. I’m not sure why he and his germs couldn’t rest at home, but whatever. I told him as long as he didn’t bother me he could stay. And aside from the occasional groan and argument with the cat over who got the most blanket, he didn’t. When I took a break from work to see how he was doing he noted that he still can’t believe I actually work from home. That I’m able to concentrate. Honestly, it still surprises me too.

One problem I do have is spending so much time in my apartment makes me want to change it, constantly. On conference calls I’ll be staring at my bookcases wondering if some other organization scheme would be better, or if the television should be in the corner.

The combination of my need to rearrange things and my deep abiding love for shopping are dangerous. I spend 40 minutes in the Container Store once without buying anything. I was just imagining how I could use all the overpriced organizational stuff. Sigh. How do people not get fixated on little things like light bulb warmth and sizes of area rugs? Wish I knew. Anyway, I think the mind wandering actually helps me work. I obsess for a few minutes then go back to what I was doing. Much better than barely being able to concentrate for hours on end. Though, I have those days too, of course.

Lately I’ve been thinking of renting some office space. Just a vague notion, but it’s there. I’d like my home to be my refuge from work again. If I don’t do it I think there’s a full paint job in my immediate future.