Wow, my 2007 recap sucked! And, very likely, so will my February wrap-up. It is now the second-to-last day of February vacation and I am battling a very unpleasant chest cold/pneumonia/bronchitis-like illness that has been dogging me since last Sunday, the day of the manic shelf-building. I have been waiting to build this mother of all bookshelves in my sunroom for months now, and as the day dawned on a week off, I was all over it, coughing up a great deal of cash for my wood last Saturday and, in a fit of inability to be patient and begin the next day, I began building bookshelves at 8 p.m. and continued until 2 a.m. or so, getting up again at 7 the next a.m. to complete the project by 11 Sunday morning. They look great. The problem is, I have been unable to accomplish anything of import since then because I quite literally kicked my own butt on that project. From Sun. evening to Wednesday I felt as though I had been hit by a bus, and since then I can neither breathe nor talk much without coughing up a lung. Sleeping had been impossible until last night when I took tylenol cough nighttime and slept for 15 hours filled with what dreams that I can only imagine to be similar to those of an LSD addict. It is now 6 p.m. and I have been awake today for 3 hours so far and I am already looking forward to going back to bed. Yuck.
I'll post pictures of my shelves soon.