Five days later. Losing my mind.
We got home from work on Wednesday night to the sound of freight trains or something downstairs. They were instead industrial strength dehumidifiers and fans drying out the entire downstairs. They had also emptied out the first part of the home office and as I reported here before they had discovered a lot of moisture in the strappings, so that means that they will be here this coming Monday by 8:30 or so to pack up every book and every other possession in this room and on Tuesday the movers will take the stuff away.
This means my media server will be off line for a few months while this work is done. I actually took it off line today. The cable box thingy that holds the PVR was downstairs here and required a dedicated wired cat5/cat6 connection. Part of what they would do on Monday would be to disconnect 100% of that, so to preserve the PVR, this afternoon I carried it over to where the router is at the bottom of the stairs, where they swear they will not mess around with it so I get to have wifi at the very least, and hooked up the PVR cable box to the network cable coming off the router. Presently, the network cable is run along the walls into the home office and split several times. I will lose that connectivity for a few months.
Oddly enough, this doesn't affect one of my desktop computers. This ten year old thing has built in WIFI. Only "G", but even so, it gives me connectivity down here, and a 68% signal, which isn't too bad.
After work on Friday, we went to a house in Clayton Park. A couple were selling a very small computer desk. Since my two computer desks will soon be going into storage, and I have need for such an item, and a frightening lack of space is looming for both of us, a very small computer desk in the living room is just what the doctor ordered. I had another one several years ago but got rid of it, and I have always regretted doing so. I may try to find a way to keep it once all this work is done. It will likely earn its keep.
When I get up in the mornin', I will disconnect this computer, and the other one, and put all the various and sundry cables aside in a box or two. The computers, the monitors, the keyboards and so on, will all remain here at Casa Bevboy, having a good long rest while this work is being done.
It has been inconvenient thus far. Not having use of the recroom has hurt. I missed my recliner. I miss my couch. I miss the big screen tv. But I will feel nearly emasculated not having my home office with the 1000's of books and the computers and the printer and the scanners and everything else. The desk my father built me 30 years ago is in this room. For the first time since he made it for me, it will be out of my possession. My many local history books will be in storage. The several radios I keep here, gone for the session. How will I cope?
I will find a way. Things could be worse. I will get through this. It just will take a while.
You take care of yourselves. I will try to write at ya tomorrow, but we have to step out early as we are seeing John Cleese tomorrow night. In all this excitement, we nearly forgot!
See you soon.