The piano moved to its new home today, which gave me back my entire writing area. Fabulous! I am still figuring out a) exactly how I want it and b) what to do with all the stuff that was hanging around before. Currently it's all piled on the dining room table, but that's hardly a long-term solution. Is it? No, no, it's not.
On the work front, I spent about an hour futzing around with Raoul (which sounds dirty, but isn't - the hazard of a man's name as a code name for the book!) and came up with a few things that'll influence the book's direction.
And we now have a PVR. Personal video recorder, I think it stands for. I'm in love! My first recorded program? SpongeBob SquarePants. I'm sure that says something about me, but frankly I don't want to know exactly what.