saxikath

At last, here I am typing from my spiffy new desk. It's not exactly what I originally wanted, but it'll work just fine.

But man, this thing is complicated. It took me the better part of four hours (not all at once, there was an almost entirely pointless rehearsal inbetween), three screwdrivers, a hammer, and a fair amount of talking to myself and intermittent cursing to put together. Now my back hurts and I have incipient blisters on my hands -- but, I have a new desk, too, and a bit of a feeling of accomplishment.

I'm not very good at practical, physical things like furniture assembly, but I do enjoy them. I end up achy and tired but with something actually to show for it all. Which is a good feeling, since much of what I do with my time is intellectual and doesn't always have a tangible result.

Now I need a hot bath to soak my back.