gone quiet

My life this week is a mess of soggy wallpaper scraps, plaster dust, horrifying DIY hacks perpetrated by previous occupants, domestic archaeology, and vague intentions to get out and go for a bike ride. I don't really like redecoration work, but I am driven by the pressing desire to have it DONE, which means knell thinks I'm an obsessive workaholic plaster-dust-loving loon.

Of course this all means that I ought to be working on my thesis -- I am supposed to show some progress toward a chapter in a week or so, and I should have had a new article draft done a long time ago -- but at least I'll be waking up in a pretty bedroom when I'm stressed out of my mind next week.