Especially this week. It kind of looks like an abbatoir.
I am FINALLY working on my configuration box to honour my mother. It has been on my desk for MONTHS now and I work around it. That's just dumb. So tonight I told myself I could not eat supper until I covered it and sprayed it.
There was a lot of arguing and pouting and stamping of (my) feet, but it got done.
A girl has to eat, eh?
See workdesks that have a great deal more decorum at Julia'a