thursdayish

UNEVENTFUL.
At work, anyway. Got a few more levels of FantasticContraption completed. Ran some stuff. Looked at some other things. A couple of hours after getting home I performed the exciting task of moving a load of boxes out of floor in front of the sofa where they've been sitting waiting to be filtered and compressed back into the cupboard then moving a load more boxes and the table from their more suitable and temporary respectively homes of under and at the end of the bed (also respectively) through into the lounge to stick under the window and on the floor in front of the sofa (respectively again) in order that they too can all be used (table) or opened and poked at and maybe even perhaps decanted into fewer boxes (boxes). I had meant to fix my mudguards back onto my bicycle in case it pisses it down again tomorrow but was informed that moving boxes around was of much greater importance.