Today, I made myself work.
It felt good.

I decorated the foyer. I created a new entry for the "wall of shame." (Otherwise known as the place where I put pictures of my friends.) I set up the grow light on the catnip plant, and dug out lots of packed knickknacks to use in decorating the living room.

I hung a print in the computer room, and re-hung the Rita Loyd print that had been hanging (in limbo, I guess) in the guest bedroom until I had a better place for it. I also hung the other lighthouse print in the reading room.

It's starting to look a little nicer in here.

Edmund yelled at the catnip plant when I brought it in. Silly cat. He knows what that plant is.

I read a little, too—but mostly got things done. A good, practical day. I didn't want to do much deep thinking, so I buried myself in housework. I shall sleep well tonight.