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Sep. 5th, 2016 05:58 pmSo I finally cleared away a sufficient number of boxes to begin to put my work space back together.
It turns out the table I arranged to be brought down from the New York house has enough surface area to allow me to simplify my setup considerably, so that a minimum working configuration looks like this:
It's a "standing" setup, but the chair is there because chemotherapy sucks and I can't stand for as long as I used to be able to. Had I set things up for my work space to be in a "sitting" configuration, then I'd never stand. So I'll stand when I can, and consider that a victory, of sorts.
Today was a "back to work" kind of day, but not in the full sense of the word.
Given the nature of a particular stream of work, I have coined a verb—to workline—which is analogous to the verb "to timeline," to which I was introduced at NASA, denoting a process by which all of the steps required to achieve some goal are planned to be executed at some particular time, in some particular order. My word takes out the "some particular time" aspect and plays fast and loose with "some particular order."
The long and short of it is that I have about 90 pages of journal articles to deal with, and I would love dearly not to be late with them.
I have not been idle on the "domestic" front, however. Today I "fixed" the gawdawful scraping sound that the door to the garage made because the metal weatherstrip at the bottom had somehow become deformed. I'm not at all sure my "fix" will last too long, but the door latches, for now.
I also set up the living room (not that it's any kind of big deal, as "the living room" currently consists of a couch, a loveseat, a half-broken coffee table, and a heavier-than-Cthulhu, old-fashioned "entertainment center" that's just large enough to accommodate a small LCD TV and Tivo unit. I got the electronics to work, but have not really put them through their paces (i.e., watched anything).
It's about time for me to be headed back to the house, so I better shut things down and do so.
Cheers...
It turns out the table I arranged to be brought down from the New York house has enough surface area to allow me to simplify my setup considerably, so that a minimum working configuration looks like this:
It's a "standing" setup, but the chair is there because chemotherapy sucks and I can't stand for as long as I used to be able to. Had I set things up for my work space to be in a "sitting" configuration, then I'd never stand. So I'll stand when I can, and consider that a victory, of sorts.
Today was a "back to work" kind of day, but not in the full sense of the word.
Given the nature of a particular stream of work, I have coined a verb—to workline—which is analogous to the verb "to timeline," to which I was introduced at NASA, denoting a process by which all of the steps required to achieve some goal are planned to be executed at some particular time, in some particular order. My word takes out the "some particular time" aspect and plays fast and loose with "some particular order."
The long and short of it is that I have about 90 pages of journal articles to deal with, and I would love dearly not to be late with them.
I have not been idle on the "domestic" front, however. Today I "fixed" the gawdawful scraping sound that the door to the garage made because the metal weatherstrip at the bottom had somehow become deformed. I'm not at all sure my "fix" will last too long, but the door latches, for now.
I also set up the living room (not that it's any kind of big deal, as "the living room" currently consists of a couch, a loveseat, a half-broken coffee table, and a heavier-than-Cthulhu, old-fashioned "entertainment center" that's just large enough to accommodate a small LCD TV and Tivo unit. I got the electronics to work, but have not really put them through their paces (i.e., watched anything).
It's about time for me to be headed back to the house, so I better shut things down and do so.
Cheers...
