I was a minor tornado the other night.

Much as i always hated cleaning as a kid, much as I grumble about doing it now, i have to say that i'm pretty good at it. I am Organized Lass, and I put things in order like you wouldn't believe.

most of it is refusing to be intimidated by a mess. Once you've let the size of the mess discourage you from tackling it, then the mess has won, and will not be cleaned until your next crisis clean.

Not, of course, that I don't have any huge messes in my own house. The office is currently literally knee-deep in computers in various state of functionality. It's really sort of scary, but there is a method to my madness, even if I've been thwarted on the direwall issue.

I finally decided, since I can't get the two damn NICs to work together, that I'm going to buy a hardware firewall. All the functionality i wanted in about one tenth the space, and some tiny fraction of the power, and *none* of the noise. Of course, buying this actually takes money, which i don't have at the moment. Next month.

I'm finally having a good week, bodywise. I've done all of my workouts, walked home every day but today (I have a 7 pm nest meeting tonight and a 3:45 pm work meeting, so i need to make it home by 6 to get to nest by 7, and that's just not going to happen if I walk), and have been doing pretty well with the diet, eating all my veggies and drinking my water.

Now the weekend is approaching, and i'm going to try like hell to stick to it. Shopping and cleaning tomorrow will be my exercise, and with luck I'll be able to not *completely* pig out. My water consumption always goes down over the weekend, because I'm generally out places where hitting the bathroom ever 30 minutes just isn't an option.

But. I'm trying. My very reduced social life lately has really been helping--I'm a lot less stressed right now, and that helps me do things like walk and lift weights and eat a reasonable amount of food.

I wish my foot would stop hurting, though. Damned plantar fascitis, anyway.

I have to say, right now, that I love my bed. For once in my life, I can get up in the morning and not hurt. i'd forgotten what that was like. (well, okay, my foot hurts first thing in the morning. nothing else does.) I've gotten used to how high it is, and once i have a nightstand that's tall enough for the bed, my bedroom will be pretty close to perfect.

Now, for the rest of the house....

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