I was walking up the stairs to go work on dinner and my desk caught my eye. Do you ever have one of those moments when you suddenly see your life from someone else's point of view? I thought, "Truthfully, the miracle is that I'm productive at ALL at that desk."
And yet--I am. Now, honestly--my desk is at that point right now where I'll feel I have to spend an hour cleaning it and it surrounding area tomorrow. But not tonight. Tonight I'm working on the stuff in that binder and it's going very well. So I'll ride the wave of "going well"-ness and take much of tomorrow to attack the desk, my office--and the rest of the house. The rest of the house doesn't look as bad. But it doesn't look good either. There is Cleaning For Company to do--and the carpet guy is coming Wednesday morning, so tomorrow is as good a day as any.