Today I moved back upstairs, out of the den. I haven’t been at my desk to work since just after Covid19 became an official pandemic in Australia. It’s not as warmer up here than I thought it would be, but it’s nice to be back at my own desk. I think I preferred the chair downstairs though. Soon I will be getting the parts of my new computer and putting it together and my desk setup will be coming close to being finished. There is a lot more sunlight up here because my desk is in front of the window and my eyes don’t agree with it. Hopefully they’ll get used to it once again and stop me from feeling like I haven’t slept. I haven’t quite finished cleaning the room up since throwing all of my things back in it but I’m getting close to finishing. I have too many things.

I’m also taking the time to look at how I organise my books and paperwork to make working/writing more efficient and productive. I also want to set some time aside this week to go through old writing and papers that I have stuffed up on top of my desk shelf and have looked at in a while. A while being months to years. I have a lot of old editing manuscripts stacked up there too that I’ll be getting rid of once the recycling bin is empty. I’m trying to be good about not hoarding and I’ve been trying to keep my writing in only a few places, rather than scattered all over the room.

I’m a bit chilly and I haven’t really gotten anything done in the past couple of hours, just slowly tidying things every now and then and pretending that I don’t have a lot of clothes mixed in with my blankets on the bed to put away. I’m going to make myself a cup of tea, hopefully not fall asleep at my desk and get some writing done. Tea solves things. Or just makes go to sleep and then solves things for a little bit.

Gotta get used to this place again. And try not to be too distracted by the window.