Putting myself back together again.

Decorating one's walls is good therapy. I have gone through all of the Wife's blutackCOLOUR supplies, but all the bits and scraps which used to be such a powerful statement- Identity as Collage On Walls- have been culled and the remainder tacked up. The Photos Of People Who Love me are restored to their rightful position, after languishing in a box under the force of my laziness. Puppet Satan looks down upon me approvingly. Gandalf gazes sternly from his position next to the instruction 'DON'T PANIC'. My door proclaims the hope that "sooner or later, i'll be punctual", while over the doornob looms the injuction 'BEWARE OF THE GOD', and Leunig's warning 'CAUTION: philosopher at work- major thought in progress' jostles for space with a poster advertising the benefits of toast.

Plus, the furniture has been rearranged, because the Archangel is coming to stay with me for a day or two next week :)