Well, despite the onset of PMT closely followed by, well, MT, I have actually managed to be reasonably productive this weekend. Mostly what I've been doing is taking advantage of Alex having disassembled the spare bed to turn the spare bedroom into an office for me. I spent a very pleasant few hours measuring items of furniture scheduled to remain and fixtures before drawing up a plan in Gliffy (I always have to have a plan. When I was about 13, I made a scale drawing of my bedroom with all the furniture as cut-outs I could move around and stick on with blu-tack, the better to plan my periodic furniture moves.) When I finally found some furniture I liked and a layout that would work, I was seized with a sudden urgent desire to just buy the stuff now and actually drove out to Ikea on Saturday evening to pick up the bits.
We built the shell of the desk when I got back on Saturday night and I did the drawers, doors and office chair this morning. Since then I've been tying away on my laptop at plans for lessons next week and taking breaks by clearing up the room and sorting out some of the things that need to be freecycled. I always find it interesting that one of the fundamental differences between Alex and I is that I enjoy tidying up - I find it restful and pleasing - and he not only doesn't but has such a visceral reaction to it that he can't understand how I possibly can.
So now I have a desk. And Things in their Right Places. This is good. And I have got over what should be the worst of the (P)MT on a weekend so should be all ready to be nice to my class next week. We'll see how it goes :)