And I ain’t talkin’ about Jim and Pam.

I checked in on my writing office today and the carpet is sparkling clean! No more plaster everywhere, and the smell of electroshock therapy has finally dissipated. I spent some time getting everything back in order so that as soon as this week of full-time wage slavery is over I can make my triumphant return to the writing life, such as it is, at least half the time.

We’ve got our Santa Fe housing for this summer just about all set, and let me tell you right now my posts this year are going to be a lot different. The location is about a million times better than where we were last year and I won’t have to do all my blogging from the Bad Borders where the learning disabled adults spend hours playing Yahtzee!, which, is a fun game and all but there’s something about the sound of enthusiastically-shaken dice in a large plastic cup that is not conducive to…anything. Also, at our place this summer, we each get our own bathroom. It’s a dream come true! I’m actually finally getting very excited about our return to Santa Fe and being in that landscape again and getting out of this valley for the eight weeks of G.’s semester. (For those of you just tuning in, my husband is a grad student at St. John’s College and we have three more summers there, including this one. Go here to read all about last year’s saga – the posts are in reverse order…)

Wow, I’m tired. I think I have what they used to call “a delicate constitution.” I need to regularly take air and have medicinal teas made up for me at the apothecary and recline upon a chaise so as not to fall into hysteria.

I got my DVD-R situation worked out. Thanks for all the tips.