upheaval in my environment... and what was that thing for?

Eor's gotten going on his project of making a new Singer desk for himself - I will get the old one, so in preparation for me moving to his old desk he asked me to sort the garbage out of my desk things. Now all the stuff which was on my desk is stacked on the floor in the livingroom. I've gone through it and got out the complete trash, but I'm sure there's still a lot of junk there. Certainly it shouldn't all be on my desk. In one pencil box I had a little of everything one might need - ruler, pens and pencils, white-out, glue - and then a few things that I guess I thought one might need on a moment's notice, like a necklace...? In case one suddenly realizes that it's dress up day at the office, I guess. And then there was a length of string threaded through a picture hanger, which I have a feeling was really clever at the time, but now I have no idea what it was supposed to be used for. Maybe retrieving things lost down behind a desk?

let me race through my day

Tried to be good and do exercises this morning, but since I don't have any achy parts I must not have done enough. Not even my stomach where I did sit-ups. (There is a twitchy muscle below my left shoulder-blade, but I don't know that it's related.)

Was in charge of a baggage station, but got pulled away to organize for teaching a class, possibly tomorrow. Well, they wanted it done today, but I haven't ever actually taught this one by myself and didn't know where any of the information was, so I rounded some up but... I think the regular teacher can do it, tomorrow, and I can just help. Also will have two other classes to teach, soon.

Got to help assemble a floor-standing fan at the end of the evening at work, and got hit in the head with the post part of it during the course of doing so, but that would be the part of me least likely to be hurt, I'm sure. :) I was actually fairly pleased with my own performance as an assembler, and it only took us about fifteen minutes. It's mostly right. Or close enough. :)

I didn't write to Dad because I saw him two days ago, and also I didn't really have much time to get bored. A Monday after vacation is like a quadruple Monday.