I’m okay. I was finishing setting up my office.
For explanation, I don’t talk very well to myself, so I have to look at my behavior to see what’s wrong. For months now, I’ve been working from the lazy boy in the family room. This is fine, of course, except that I’m working on the laptop, which has all the social media. Which means I haven’t been able to stay out of it, which means…. writing is slow.
It finally dawned on me that my previous office was the darkest room in the house, despite my lining every possible surface in mirrors. At the same time it dawned on my husband that us being in separate offices because of our music dueling didn’t work very well since our offices were side by side, and pointed out our happiest days were working in the same office.
So…. I am now in his office, having moved all the hobby stuff that used to take up most of the room where he had an office in the corner. It is now in the former office.
IT SHOULD HAVE TAKEN me a day. Anyway, yeah, all week. Apparently I’m not 35 anymore.
However the new setup should help with productivity.
Meanwhile, I bought the two little tigers a magnificent play structure. Dan says it’s way too extravagant, but–
That’s Indiana-Pollux. We don’t know where the very beautiful Helen is. Probably downstairs, cuddling Havey. She does that.
According To Hoyt 
That is quite the kitty condo.
My wife and I work about the opposite that you and Dan do. We game in the same room but there’s no way we could work in the same office. I use the former spare bedroom as my office and she either works in the basement or at a writing desk in the living room (temporary since the basement is occupied by Houseguests for two more weeks).
When I moved into my present house, I claimed on room as MINE.
I put my workspace there, and have snarlingly resisted any encroachment on MY TERRITORY by my husband.
I never had an office to myself in almost 50 years of marriage.
He BETTER stay out.
We really do work best in the same room, with headphones.
The mini-tiger is content. The cat condo is therefore a success, even if extravagant.
All four of mine agree! I should probably get one at some point. L and C in particular are climbers after all.
He was in it as I was building it. It’s very hard to attach the little house/tent thing while he was asleep in it.
1000% Cat!
Iz cat indeed!
You may not be 35 anymore but you’re still a youngster. [Crazy Grin From An Almost 69 year-old]
Don’t be sorry. The Reader likes it when you write more.
Bags, I’d like to be forty again. Working out every day, making a thousand a week on a slow week, churning out two chapters a week plus two/three on weekends, thinking about dating, and waking up more or less pain free.
But, I’m not. So these old bones need their beauty sleep, plus a mile of stretching, plus that click in my shoulder and the occasional ache and pain that takes up residence in perpetuity. Not looking forward to the next doom doctor visit.
On the upside though, I’m not dead, most of the bits are still more or less working, I can still write every week or so, and I’ve got a few new ideas to try in the next little bit. Characterization is planned. Plus another few bits and bobs.
Now so long as the creek don’t rise, we might make a bit of progress. Edgewise. By smidgen. But progress!
Also I agree with Dan. It’s extravagant. Cats of my acquaintance have been known to use All The Things as cat toys and sleeping spots.
But, it’s human to humanize and spoil the little fuzzy monsters. Turn about is fair play. They try to catterize us (viz. the cat what raised me that used to fetch us half killed critters to teach us how to hunt).
So it’s all good. Cat will utilize cat toy. Human will be amused. Both will misunderstand the other.
Well, my yard tenants keep trying to teach me how to talk cat, anyway. Hasn’t worked yet. I may be too stubborn.
It’s not for the cats. It’s for the humans, to more fully enjoy the cats. And joy makes the humans live and work better.
So it’s all about productivity, right? 🙂
Btw, and on another topic, I just found out that Aquinas quoted Augustine on the definition of a people (“populus”).
Augustine defined a “people” as “a multitude of men and women together, united by a consensus of law and by a common purpose.” Or rather, he takes this definition from Cicero’s book De Republica, in which Cicero claims to be quoting a friend of Scipio who is quoting Scipio himself. (De civitate Dei, 19, 21.) (Another translation puts it as “an assemblage associated by a common acknowledgement of right and of a community of interests.”)
Augustine then uses this definition to rip on secular Roman government as never having achieved its objects, or even having formed a true people, which cracks me up.
(Actual Augustine Latin: “Populum enim esse definivit ‘coetum multitudinis iuris consensu et utilitatis communione sociatum’.” The original quote is from Cicero’s De re publica, 1, 39.)
I’d take being 40 again in a heartbeat.
If you wake up, and nothing hurts,
you died in your sleep.
(grin)
Well, once you reach a certain age.
I appear to have reached that age. (Wry grin).
Every day you get up is a good day.
Am I awake? Does nothing new hurt? It’ll be a good day. (At least until the phone rings, or I open my e-mail …) 😛
Ah yes. Pain means I’m not dead…
First off – that is an EFFICIENCY apartment for a cat. Same size as what Artemis has – which is why she is completely obnoxious until the bed is made to give her more room.
Second – is it that you don’t talk to yourself, or that you don’t listen well enough? I talk, scold, nag to myself ALL the time – and am very good at ignoring it completely.
Third – whatever works for sharing / not sharing office space. Dueling work music is one reason that complete coverage headphones were invented. (That still would not let me work in the same office as $SPOUSE$ – she would be constantly showing me “interesting” things. To her, that is. The remodel of the son’s former room to give her an actual office has been a three month (and counting) project now, but I’ll gain all of that and more back over the summer.)
I too have issues talking to myself. I have to work out as best I can what my problems are because I am very good at displacement.
Having met them I can definitely say those fuzzies have earned their tower! Pretty sure mine are going to be after me for one soon, too. The chair reminds me a lot of the one I have for my computer, too, except with much, much less feline damage. Oh, who am I kidding? It’s R and C’s chair! They just let me borrow it.
It was much cheaper than most of the others, but it seems solid: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B09B9RWQP2/ref=ppx_yo_dt_b_search_asin_title?ie=UTF8&psc=1
Yes, of course it’s chinesium, but still.
The first one for Artemis was from Amazon. The current one was a good buy at CostCo.
One thing you might want to think about with active kitties – getting a supply of paracord. The first one, Artemis tore all of the hemp winding off, and then halfway through the cardboard pillar. Leaning Tower of Pisa…
She’s about at the point where I’ll need to do the second re-wrapping with paracord on this one. (OTOH, she’s very good about using only the designated scratching post. The only furniture she claws on occasion is my office chair back – part of the obnoxious “Get that bed made, servant!”.)
Replacement cat condo segments are often available online.
It’d probably take me just as long to unscrew the old one and screw in the new one (I’m always fighting with these things to find the holes).
Besides, I’m cheap…
Hmmm…maybe, build one over a steel structure? It would be heavy, but practically indestructible. Just replace carpet and rope as they claw them to shreds.
I found a good one at Staples. Did need to replace the casters, and the new ones use roller blade wheels. Kat the border collie thinks that the recliner in the office (AKA the comfy chair) was intended for her. If I want to read there, I have to declare eminent domain. 🙂
$SPOUSE uses a “$29” office chair I picked up at the Hospice thrift store. Actually much better and in perfect shape. When I first needed a walker after foot surgery, we got a good one there. (A casualty of my first morning after destroying my knee. Glad I didn’t injure myself more in the fall. Nor the next one. Got the hang of the brace after surgery. Sigh.) It seems that items donated from the estates of old people are pretty useful for living old people. Go figure!
Flyby c4c.
Whoosh
That is an amazing kitty condo.
They seem to love it. Though they left it to snuggle iwth us now, in the family room, of course.
Fuzziness!
That kitty is growing like a weed!
5 lbs 3oz now
He’s growing (as if he wasn’t supposed to).
We have a structure very similar to that one. The cats have shredded most of it to bits.
That is the idea. I rather they shred that than my chair. I’ll replace this if they shred.
To repeat – think “paracord.” (Properly wound, you don’t need a staple gun. About ten minutes for one pillar.)
Ashbottom Grant (aka the Walking Voidcat) has paracord on a stick. He loves to chase it. Alas, his increasing mass caused him to crack the stick. (Think trying to land a marlin with a bamboo fly rod.) The paracord is still going strong.
Push out two more stories, should cover the cost. LOL. I was presented by the question in response to my being overly frugal.
“What is the cost of one smile?”
Conversely what is the cost of one tear?
Still trying to come up with an answer to those.
Remember the content was I was being overly frugal at the time.
At first glance, I thought you meant “Add two more stories to the cat structure” 😀
Modern art, with cats. Mrrrowr.
It wouldn’t fit.
Love the kitty playstation. Much more complicated than mine, which only has three kitty sleeping spots, of which the bottom one is full of mail that I need to sort. They spend time in the middle and upper circles or on the cabinet in the window watching birds. And, she has scratched all the way to the weave in the shag carpet that covers it; however, that means the furniture is somewhat safe…
Vote time:
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Indiana-Pollux:
Raiders of the Lost Nap
With that cat condo, you have space for more cats.
um…. we have four.
Which, I feel obliged to point out, is one less than five.
yeahbut, but one per human hand in the house.
Okay, that makes sense. Wouldn’t want to exceed petting capacity.
“IT SHOULD HAVE TAKEN me a day. Anyway, yeah, all week. Apparently I’m not 35 anymore.”
Yeah, we keep running into that with my parents’ house.
“Oh, sure, we can knock the pantry floor out in a week, no problem!”
Three months later… “Finally we can sand it!”
The challenge with doing one of these for Sam is, he is a 15lb cat, and only moderately over weight.
When he sacks out on the piano bench, he covers most of it.
This is large enough. Havey is okay with it, and he’s 16 lbs.
Indiana-Pollux is a real cutie!
He’s one of the most adorable babies ever. And he loves having his tummy rubbed. He’ll wake me in the night and flop belly up for rubbings.