Of Furniture Wax and Prose

Tonight I put together an end table. It was more difficult than I expected. The instructions were poorly written. The thing was poorly designed. When I finally got it put together, it was fairly sturdy and looked pretty good.

There is another one in a box waiting for me to put together tomorrow night. I have a better idea how it is done, having built one already. I expect that it will be easier to put together. I am happy to get the new furniture. It will make the living room look better.

I have this on good authority. The person with the best taste in furniture that I know picked out these end tables. They are clever and designed for people with a digital lifestyle, like us.

I am hoping that my MacBook Pro will ship tomorrow. Then again, I’ll hope that every day until it actually ships. I actually like the new design, unlike so many of the technical press who all can’t wait to pile on it.

I’m creeping slowly up on the fifty thousand word mark. Although I will have technically “won” at that point, I will still be writing the book for several more months. I may cut back to writing an hour a day instead of a specific minimum number of words every day.

It’s late and I’m tired. Tomorrow is the last day that I intend to work until after Thanksgiving. That means I’ll be off five days in a row.

Sweet dreams, don’t forget to tell the ones you love that you love them, and most important of all, be kind.