Happy Friday!

The girl is gone this week­end. I’m start­ing to feel like the house is just a place where she keeps her stuff and does her laun­dry! I sup­pose that’s nor­mal for any par­ent of an old­er teen and good prac­tice for when she goes off to col­lege. It does­n’t mean that I have to like it, though!

Sam has been Mr. Pod­casty tonight, record­ing a round­table dis­cus­sion for some­one else’s show, then record­ing a new Square One episode with Bill Wal­ton. I’m tempt­ed to do a Fibrant Liv­ing again. It’s cer­tain­ly been long enough!

I have hopes of rear­rang­ing the liv­ing room to some extent tomor­row, to make the house more invit­ing for guests and make it eas­i­er to play the piano. I’m real­ly tempt­ed to reclaim the back bed­room as “office space,” but Sam will kill me if I ask him to move the big sofa again. I just have this feel­ing that as long as our com­put­ers are out here in the pub­lic area, we aren’t going to be very suc­cess­ful at keep­ing the pub­lic areas unclut­tered. I’d need a desk to move my com­put­er in there, though, or we’d need anoth­er table.

We real­ly, real­ly need to improve the light­ing in the liv­ing room. One of the torchiere lamps has a bro­ken switch, and we don’t real­ly have any task light­ing at all. I’d much pre­fer the sort of lamps that have those adjustable heads, so some point up and anoth­er points down at what­ev­er you’re read­ing or stitching.

Yep, I’m total­ly ran­dom tonight. This is Cyn on break­through meds. Whee!