The ickies

Having trouble losing the ickiness in my stomach today, even after the blasted pill. Maybe it's a Sunday blah kind of thing. I have no motivation. If I could stay in bed all day, I would. If you've sent me an email and have received no response...that's why. I'm so far behind I despair in ever catching up. That's a project for next week.

On my short list of to-do's:

• empty all bookshelves so Tony can install reinforcing brackets
• figure out a way to clean the third floor...floor.
• install new wireless router without losing all Internet access. try not to curse when something inevitably goes wrong
• write. then write some more. must-finish-novel-before-end-of-August
• figure out what filing cabinet I want and order it
• write some reviews
• move guest bed back upstairs, all the better to take anonymous naps on
• organize books
• get quotes for built in bookcase. pray they aren't too expensive
• try to wake up
• make an appointment with Dr. B
• call Cici, but first prepare a list of questions
• buy more pop tarts