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.
Another benefit of cleaning, apart from having less things to worry about: I am now wearing my earrings more often. I can get to them a lot easier now.
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.
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.
The cleaning is on-going. It’s shaping up to be the hottest September since we started keeping records, and they predict it’s going to be above 30 degrees Celsius either today or tomorrow, so the best thing to do is apparently heavy work in a room facing south which gets full sun the entire day. *sighs* Like I have no sense of self-preservation.
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.