*cough*

Drywall dust is an accursed thing, even if it comes from putting in a new door to my office that I've wanted to have done since '06.

I began remodeling my office today and consolidated two and a half years of accumulated clutter into a series of neatly stacked boxes. The place is all cleaned out and ready for the fun to begin... Gone are the shelves of Superman paraphernalia, the framed images of the Last Son of Krypton, the red futon with the 'S' emblem pillows. Soon gone, too, will be the red and blue walls, replaced with what I hope will be some sort of faux Venetian plaster treatment.

I'm undecided on that one, though as it's pretty time consumptive and in the next phase I enter I may not want the texture on the walls. I'm not quite fickle, but I am honest enough to know that I get bored with my surroundings pretty quickly and I'm surprised that Kal lasted as long as he did. I don't want to spend a precious day installing a second skin on the walls that I can take off later if the mood strikes... I'll be spending enough time next week as it is on what I've already planned out.

How ridiculous is it that I spend a month or more complaining about spending all of my waking hours at work, only to now be excited that I'll more than likely be spending the first week of my 'vacation' at the very same place? It makes a significant difference that this is a self-motivated project. Designed by me, built by me, for me. That, and it won't be torn down in a couple of weeks once the show is over. I feel like I'm actually 'creating' something for once. And it's FUN. I actually find this relaxing!

This new decor, should I finish it, will be in place for at least a couple of years until I get tired of it, rip it all out, and do something different. I love having the freedom, opportunity and, most of all, the ability to do that sort of thing. I got out of doing computer graphics years ago due to, in no small part, the insanity that I was driven to by being cooped up in a gray cubicle. And that was only three months of torture.

It occurs to me that I've not really described what I'll be doing, what's driving my excitement, and there's a reason for that: I've let it be no secret to friends around here what I'm planning (figuring that the more I talk about it the less likely I'll be postpone the project again) but I can hardly do so without doodling on an available napkin or index card. Unfortunately I've none available here in cyberspace.

Drawings will, though, follow tomorrow or the next day, if you, the reader, are interested...