Reset Forty-Eight, Day Seventy-One

[rejectomorph]

Thursday, in between naps, I managed to get my new table lamp installed without any help, and I've decided I love it. Its my favorite lamp ever. All I want to do is lie in bed and look at it, then sleep and when I wake up look at it some more. Oy o a three-way lamp, an on the lowest setting it is so cozy and calming that I just want to leave it on all the time. I don't even care that so far I haven't gotten the floor lamp with attached reading lamp assembled. I might never read again. I might just gaze at my table lamp and make up my own stories no one else will ever know.

But Thursday I also got a couple of telephone tasks done, and I feel as though I'm almost caught up on almost everything I remember I need to do. Of course I'm sure I've forgotten stuff, but since I can't do anything about those things until I remember what they are, I refuse to worry about them. And there are probably things I ought to do that I simply never learned I needed to do, and what would be the point of worrying about things I don't even know, even if they are going to hurt me? All is surely for the best, in the best of all possible worlds. Because I love my new lamp. I'm going to go lie down and look at it some more, even though I just got out of bed two hours ago. So nice.

Comments

[susandennis]

I love that you love your lamp. I know the feeling when you get something that turns out way better than you ever intended. It's a fun feeling. Enjoy.

[zippybeta]

I think everyone should have a lamp like yours, it would be a wonderful world!

[rejectomorph]

It would surely be a brighter world.

[rejectomorph]

Thanks. Every time I look at it I feel like Humphry Bogart walking off into the night with Claude Raines.