I spent most of yesterday putting together my desk. It wasn't fun - this isn't a typical Ikea desk of a single light blonde wood panel held aloft with a few slender steel poles. I hammered together a very heavy (and "traditional" looking) dark wood desk, then managed to get it from an upside down position into an upright one, and drag it into a corner of the living room. Shockingly, I did this without throwing my back out or scratching deep grooves into the wood floor - although I did take a long nap after. But I've recovered, and have already set up shop on the thing, so to speak. I'm currently switching back and forth between rewrites of "The Four Hundred Thousand" and writing a new story, of which I have about 600 words so far. It looks like it's going to be YA, so if I get it finished before the end of the month, I may have a specific place to send it to. We'll see.

No more furniture buying for the near future. I think my next home purchase will be something nice and easy to set up. I think that means pillows.