The thing that's keeping me sane right now is looking at the bare wallsand floors of my apartment, and remembering that it was just 10 days agothat my Telegraph apartment looked the same way. Remembering how alienand sterile *that* looked is making me feel better, giving meinspiration to make *this* space into a home, and realizing that theempty room I'm sitting in right now isn't my home, but just a canvas.

Luckily, IKEA is delivering the paint some time between noon and 4pmtoday which means, among other things, that I'll have a real bed tosleep on tonight, instead of a mattress formed of pillows and blankets,which has been my three-day fare 'till now.