Fourteen clocks and half as many walls

[sovay]

Slowly this room begins to look like someone lives here. Yesterday, with gaudior's help, I moved the desk and the dresser into their rightful locations; today I put away all my clothes that were in garbage bags, leaving only one bag of clean sheets and towels (I really want a tiny linen chest) and the suitcase and black travel bag of good clothes, which would ordinarily be on hangers in a closet except that the closet currently contains stuff belonging to my cousins, including the ramshackle bookcase that threatened to fall forward everywhere else in the room we tried it. Tonight I set up my sound system and the mermaid lamp on my desk. There's still clutter, but some of it is unavoidable; I am sharing the room with boxes of my cousins' manga, which Gaudior stacked into a neat half-ziggurat against the wall so that I could jigsaw my luggage into it. The rest came with me and will get sorted in the next few days. I had enough of boxes lying around the floor during this last move.

nineweaving sent me a radio ghost:



I miss my cats.

Comments

[sovay]

That picture is beautiful.

I wish I were writing; it is exactly the sort of thing I would want to write about.

Thank you for updating. I hope you get cat time again soon.

Thank you. I am going to visit them tomorrow. I need to work out a better schedule. This is too long without their familiar scent and sound and claws.

*hugs*