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So this is middle age
Jan. 13th, 2008 08:35 pmSpent a couple of days assembling Ikeaware, moving boxes out of the way to have room to put the Ikeaware somewhere, emptying some of the boxes onto the Ikeaware, and then rearranging the remaining not-empty boxes into a tasteful pattern that allows us to reclaim our living space instead of climbing over boxes.
The Good: the flat looks like a flat again instead of a self-storage unit, and I have my ergonomic workstation set up again after some months of the laptop keyboard and screen.
The Bad: I'm going to *need* the ergonomics. I buggered my wrists while wielding the screwdriver. That's starting to feel a little better already, now that I've stopped the screwdriver abuse. *But*, and this is a very big but, in the last couple of hours I've done something or other which was the last straw as far as my shoulder's concerned. And past experience suggests that it's going to be sore for at least a few days.
The Ugly: I've got a presentation to prepare on the Day Job side. With Powerpoint, which I have no experience of, neither that nor its OpenOffice clone. Much mousing. Much clicking. Not happy...
Add to this the joy that is discovering that my arms are suddenly getting shorter at an alarming rate (or in other words, my very intermittent need for reading glasses is suddenly no longer that intermittent). I am *not* enjoying this introduction to the joys of middle age.
I might get back to writing the Lord and Master sequel at the end of the week. Or I might not. It depends on how many other bits of my body go on strike this week...
(ObPlagiarismReference: this post alludes to a film title. I'll let you work out which one.)
The Good: the flat looks like a flat again instead of a self-storage unit, and I have my ergonomic workstation set up again after some months of the laptop keyboard and screen.
The Bad: I'm going to *need* the ergonomics. I buggered my wrists while wielding the screwdriver. That's starting to feel a little better already, now that I've stopped the screwdriver abuse. *But*, and this is a very big but, in the last couple of hours I've done something or other which was the last straw as far as my shoulder's concerned. And past experience suggests that it's going to be sore for at least a few days.
The Ugly: I've got a presentation to prepare on the Day Job side. With Powerpoint, which I have no experience of, neither that nor its OpenOffice clone. Much mousing. Much clicking. Not happy...
Add to this the joy that is discovering that my arms are suddenly getting shorter at an alarming rate (or in other words, my very intermittent need for reading glasses is suddenly no longer that intermittent). I am *not* enjoying this introduction to the joys of middle age.
I might get back to writing the Lord and Master sequel at the end of the week. Or I might not. It depends on how many other bits of my body go on strike this week...
(ObPlagiarismReference: this post alludes to a film title. I'll let you work out which one.)