Suicide by housework.
Remember that huge old desk I talked about. The one with miles of paper and books which are now in a big box waiting to be sorted.
I moved it today.
I remembered to take the drawers out but forgot to write on the side which order they went back in. Half an hour of my life I won't get back. Take it from me, in old desks, drawers must go in order.
I slid the computer across to its new home and realized I'd boxed in the table it had been sitting on. Wonderwoman hits her stride again and lifts the table over the computer, desk and misses the ceiling light in one smooth movement. Wonderwoman then took a little rest flat on the bed for 20 minutes.
I have so much space. The desk has two slidey things to pull out to rest drinks and food so it doesn't fall in the keyboard.
I've still got to change the contents of the drawers which means *gasp* throwing things out that I haven't used for years.
Did I mention the huge space. It's really big. I've got agoraphobia.