Ernie, Why Do You Have a Pot on Your Head?*

This weekend I switched desks in my room, which turned out to be a much larger project than I had originally anticipated. One issue was that I was going from a computer desk with a couple of shelves to a desk (I think a bureau, actually) that belonged to my grandmother. So, the organization of materials was different. Because I intended to do a minimal amount of work, I put everything on my bed, pulled the desk out, vacuumed and put the new one in.

But that's just the beginning, then I decided to move where the desk was to the corner that had my entertainment center. So, piece by pice I moved out the clutter that lined the wall, pushed the 800 pound center (without moving any of the electronics out of it--those things are a pain to connect) to its new home, put the desk it the now vacant corner, and painstakingly recreated the precarious balancing along the wall with the remainder of stuff because attempting to go through all that is definitely another day's project.

*The entire time I felt like the Seaseme Street sketch where Ernie broke the cookie jar so he had to put the cookies in the flower jar and had to put the flowers in the milk jug and put the milk in the fish bowl and had to keep the fish in his hat, so he had to wear the cooking pot on his head--or something like that...