The new desk didn’t work,
01/04/2009
but the old one is clean now.
I spent a couple of hours trying to get the new corner desk to fit in the office I had limited options. I have a door that goes out to the back porch, so can’t use that corner, I have the entrance corner, that can’t work. I put the desk in the open corner and it looked great, but the bed got in the way every place I moved it. There apparently isn’t enough room for the both of them. I was laughing at myself, move the bed here, move it there, slide it around another time. Sure glad I don’t have to tell anyone except the dog. I can see it in my mind: honey, can we try it over here? How about over there? Yup, I was acting just like woman moving furniture. I will try to find the desk a home, but it might just end up out on the curb.
Saba and I headed out to the park for a walk as dusk was approaching. I took him on a detour from our usual route. I headed over the bridge, to the shopping/food district. I wanted a cup of coffee so it added a bit to our outing. It felt good to be out: IT is still causing me problems.
