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Cleaning

What’s that? Light at the end of the tunnel? So it is. I am done with cleaning! I need to dispose of the last things, but the main work is over and done with. Yay, go me!

… And now Dad wants to look over the storage-room again and see what we can throw away. In truth, there is no light at the end of the tunnel, just more tunnel.

Cleaning

I am about done with my room. Still have stuff in the next room that I want to sort through, but the main room is done. I even shifted the bed closer to the window, moved the stuff I had stored under it, vacuumed the newly uncovered bits, and now have floor-space. I am feeling accomplished. And tired.

And I have Thoughts on the SPN-finale, but they need to percolate a bit more.

Cleaning

This is the song that never ends. It just goes on and on my friend!

In other words, I am still not done. Almost done with my room, and planning on moving the bed closer to the window once I’ve cleared the stuff I’ve got there. But I am progressing, and better than I thought I would when I started. I am feeling very accomplished, even though I am not done yet.

Cleaning

Every once in a while I get a hair up my arse about cleaning up, and clearing out, my stuff. It’s too warm to do much about it at the moment (or at least that’s my excuse and I am sticking to it), but I am planning to sift through my books again, and then pass on to my other things. Because why not? You could argue that books should be kept (Lord knows that I am one of those people), but if I haven’t read it in years, then I am not going to bother to.

I might also have been inspired some by Marie Kondo. Maybe not, since it’s not since reading her book that I’ve had the current hair. Her book has just given me something more of a boost in getting a move on.