Light brooding

It's another bleak, sunless day here in the country and no amount of hot tea is improving my mood. My brain is addled with balancing work proposals — Must. Find. Projects! — and lack of sleep. I'm having nightmares and lots of them. Quirky, random nightmares with the unsettling undertones of the X-files. I'm simply too lazy to stay awake, and so I doze back into them, my fear twisting the sheet into odd lumps. Poor George awakes in sheet puddles and wonders about me. As he should.

Needless to say, I'm quite ready to jet off to Vegas next week. If only my overdue client would pay me so I can take the large shopping spree I'd envisioned rather than the small one currently available in my bank account.

Soooooo, I promised photos of the rooms, and here are photos of the no-longer-rugless rooms. The rooms feel pretty pleased with themselves, though messy.

The messy family room and its colorful new rug. Poppy, in her pile of blankets, looks on.

The library table I went back to buy from the antique store. (Yay, Myntha!) Still not sure if I should refinish it. It would look nice, but I'm not sure my skills are fabulous enough to take on those hand-carved legs. What if I wreck it?

The new dining room rug. Love it.

In other news, I just finished reading The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society and I want everyone who adores Jane Austen to read it as well. For that particular crowd, and quite possibly a much wider audience, it will be an especially nice winter treat.