I took yesterday off of EMG - sorry for those of you waiting around for me to approve you or look at your submissions. But it was for a Very Good Cause. We finished the bookcase!
I unpacked boxes of books that I haven't seen in SIX years or more. I hugged them and squealed in glee and it was WAY better than Christmas, because these were all old friends and loved, loved members of my family.
I have art reference books again. I have my astrophysics books again. I have my Sword and Sorceress collection, and my Asimov short stories, and my signed 'Ship Who Searched,' and my beloved, beloved signed hardcopy of Beauty, and 'What Busy People Do All Day,' still missing the back two pages because I cut them out when I was three. I have my yearbooks, and my enyclopedia of animals. And... and... and!!! SO happy to have books again. And it looks so NICE at the top of the stairs now. Not floppy plywood and construction tools anymore. BOOKS! In a SHELF!!
I still have a few boxes of textbooks in the connex, but - one more happy, happy side affect of finishing the shelves, enough space to move all of the EMG storage over here. YES! And there are actually two blank and two half-blank shelves. I can buy more books. This is VERY dangerous. I have been in no-book-buying mode for six years now. I shudder to think what I might do...
Jake even said, magically, 'we might be finished with the house this fall.' Five years really isn't bad for building a house from scratch. We took almost a whole year off after our first mad, mad rush to get moved in, too. Water. I really, really want a shower. And hot water for doing dishes that I don't have to boil pot-at-a-time. *drools*
I've gotten through a hundred or so submissions since Sunday... plugging away at them bits at a time. I will probably stop for now, though, and move over to artistpay, 'cause that's got to get out SOON. This week. Darn it, Ellen, you slacker.
Okay, time to get out of the bathrobe and have some water and get more of a start on my day. Lots to do. Frightful amounts of stuff to do, actually. FRIGHTFUL.