Decisions, decisions . . .

Broke down and bought a desk. I just couldn’t stand working like I was, trying to cram my thighs under the console table while arching my back out to reach the notebook’s keyboard.

I just can’t win. Now my ancient chair is too low, and it hurts my fingers to type. I can’t believe how sensitive I am about things like this – ten years ago I would never have noticed.

The desk is nice in some ways – it’s a compact model with cubbyholes under the hutch, which I’ve been wanting for a while as a place to store the digital camera and all the damn base stations that I seem to be spouting.

The desk’s biggest drawback is that it’s cheap. I only paid $200 for it, and that’s probably too much. Very cheap plastic veneers over cheaper particle board. One of the drawer runners broke while Dad was installing it. I don’t really like the desk, and under normal circumstances I would have spent at least twice as much. But I’ve decided (again) to buy R.’s house, and am furiously saving for a down payment.

Yes, I’m taking the plunge. And I quit looking at other houses, too. My next steps, which I’ll probably perform simultaneously, will be to get a mortgage and to find a real estate agent who can act as a transaction broker.

Now my biggest worry is my summer paycheck, when pay rates are lower. I’m going to take on as many courses as I can, plus maybe do some for a school in Florida.