Charles picks up on the oddest things. One of my habits is to write little notes to myself on index cards while working because my short term memory for anything other than mathematically related items is quite poor (like, I’ll remember the price for most of the things bought on a shopping run but not remember what those things were). Apparently in honor of this, Charles has started writing to-do lists for himself. These items he needs to do seem to consist mainly of the process of preparing to write more to-do lists (like “get more paper” or “find tape”) although occasionally there is some other filler kind of task. I tried to ask Charles for more detail on his list but he didn’t have time to answer. “I have work to do” he replied, waving his script filled index card at me.
To keep up with the work load, Charles’ previous workspace has proven inadequate. His first upgrade was to acquire a clip board, which you can seem him using assiduously in the picture here.
The next step up was to find one of our tray tables and set that up as his desk in the media room (although it’s a wonderfully portable office). Sometimes he’ll put a dishtowel on it for some inscrutable reason. Corwin, as you’d expect, greatly appreciates Charles’ desk being between the couch and the TV, especially as Corwin was sick yesterday and spent the day watching the same episodes of his favorite shows over and over…
The low desk is problem with Alice, though, who is fascinated by anything Charles is playing with. Charles’ work day is regularly punctuated with emotional breakdowns as one thing or another gets Aliced.
The work list