Growl

I was awak­ened this morn­ing by a col­lec­tions call—from a com­pa­ny that I paid on time! Their sys­tem is screwed up, as they admit­ted to me when I called them yesterday—but they STILL sent it to a damned col­lec­tions agency (for what they claim is some­thing 15 days late) to harass me! Some­body is in deep shit.

That set off an incip­i­ent migraine that I’ve fought all day. At the moment, I seem to be los­ing that bat­tle. I’ve med­icat­ed myself, and I’m not dri­ving — los­ing the vision in one eye, as I usu­al­ly do, does NOT make for safe driving.

Oth­er­wise, I love spend­ing time with my girl. And Shel­ley is Queen of the Cats for Home­school­ing move­ment. She loves snug­gling between the two of us as we work on or dis­cuss things.

I’m still try­ing to find a place to put the stuff that was stored in a piece of fur­ni­ture we removed from our bed­room about a week ago. I love hav­ing the extra space, and don’t want to bring any­thing else in, so I have to get creative.

I am get­ting more and more tempt­ed to get myself a small desk. I need a place to put all my stuff for work­ing on bills and fil­ing and so on, and sit­ting in a good chair is bet­ter than being in bed if I don’t *have* to be in bed. Again, though—I don’t want to fill up that space.

Hmmm—it’s pos­si­ble that I could move the loveseat in here, though. That would let me put a desk for myself in the sit­ting room with Sam, and move a cou­ple of things from here into the sit­ting room. That bears consideration.

Of course, sam­bear is going to read this and go ARRRGHHH! Fur­ni­ture move­ment again!

But it does always come out bet­ter than it was. Really.

I got all the mag­a­zines and pat­terns into the inven­to­ry pro­gram. I have to export the data to Excel to get the total of the “cost” col­umn, but at least the capa­bil­i­ty is there. The result? I have about $1650.00 worth just in those items, before mov­ing on to fab­rics, fibers, and notions.