The computer "came back to life" on its own, so I can continue my work on the hallway. I know, though, that it will probably really die when I'm in the middle of either sanding the drywall or when I have a paint roller in my hand. I should just fix the darn thing and be done with it. It's a tough call especially when we have a perfectly slow, but useful spare.
With the house in need of so much work, I struggle with the distractions of daily living, e.g., the need to go grocery shopping (what's wrong with an array raman noodle recipes every night?), staying an extra hour or so at work, shoveling snow off the driveway, etc.
I'm driven by the desire to walk into the house and feel at peace, not despair. I'm convinced that environment affects mood and well being.
In an article I read recently by Dr. Alberto Pérez-Gómez titled Hermeneutics as Architectural Discourse he is really discussing the interpretation of language in architecture, but I found a sentence that resonated with me.
"My working premise is that as architecture, architecture communicates the possibility of recognizing ourselves as complete, in order to dwell poetically on earth and thus be wholly human."