more problems I bring upon myself

Things I do not have the brain to deal with tonight: the continuity error I just caught during my copy-editing slog. The CE didn't flag it for me, because it's not the kind of thing she would notice; you have to know the floorplan of the Cromwell Road corner houses to know that I got something wrong. Yes, this means that shui_long would be the only person on the planet (other than me) to notice. I don't care. It still annoys me, and I have to fix it. Either Louisa's bedroom faces the street and is above her mother's boudoir, or it's directly off the servants' staircase; it can't be both. But I'm coming down with a cold and just don't want to deal with it tonight.

Really, what god of writing did I piss off to saddle myself with this kind of historical nitpickery?