Mum first suggested I start with Rushdoony's Institutes (which idea, I confess frightens me slightly since my brain hasn't had much streeaching in a while). Then she changed her mind and suggested a church history book (which title I cannot remember or who the author happens to be). Anyway, we finally settled on Gary DeMar's God and Government series. Apparently they are a fairly easy read, and it'll be a means of easing me back into a studious mindset.
Therefore, I addressed my overcrowded and overflowing desk with all the determination an out of sorts girl of 22 who doesn't feel the best can muster when she really feels like doing nothing. I thought, with some of my usual forethought (ahem, that's a joke), that I would take some before and after pictures.
Anyway, I thought a bookshelf would help.
I shimmed up the top with one of the long flaps and put both short flaps in (to form a "T") in order to strengthen and reinforce the top of the box--since I fully intended (as you'll see) to use the top of the box for storage as well.
It took me a few minutes to figure out how and where to situate everything, but I think this works.
On top of the box is my camera, some more knitting needles, my Zoom, my USB cords, and a couple of thumb drives. (Oh, yes, and that wrist brace I haven't needed in weeks.)
Now remains the actual schedule (battle plan) of at what time of day I should devote myself to this new (and yet old) task of doing a little study. Probably after lunch will end up being the best (most practical) time for me to do so. (With coffee or after the dishes? I'll have to figure that out.)
You'll be happy to know that as I've sat here writing this, my desire to begin has gotten stronger. The idea is less daunting that it was an hour ago...chin up, shoulders back, stubbornness in every line...I shall prevail over my lazy mind! (Still, for all that, I look forward to spring where I can start working again. I miss my work...and I miss my animals...)
I would also like to get back into my music. I got my new cello strings days ago and haven't put them on yet (I kind of wanted Daddy to help me put them on). I'd play my guitar more, but it's hostage in the cold, cold "office" with bisquine over the enterance...and a table put up to keep the cat out. I could get it out if I wanted to work that hard. (Boy, do I sound lazy or what??)
Preservo! (That's as much for me as it is for my dear readers...)