Today's Keyboard Smash

I've been losing steam a bit in my cleaning project. The problem is that I picked the office to do next. Part of the issue with that is it's a whole room, rather than, say, a particular article of furniture. That was mistake number one. The other is that lots of the stuff in the room isn't mine to clean. Mum has her own areas, and I'm not messing with those. But that means the room won't really look done, regardless of what I accomplish with the areas I'm tackling. So we've got overwhelming and disappointing, which is totes a winning combination.

So now I'm trying to decide if I should just stop where I am and move to a different task or try to finish what I can in the office. If I stick with the office right now, I need to clear room in my desk to be able to store some of the office supplies I'm keeping. Oh, the other problem is that I have a lot of binders and papers to do with writing projects, which need to be filed away...elsewhere...which will mean I have TWO boxes full of stuff to stash away in the space-I-don't-really-have in the storage container.

(I threw away a huge stack of notes and printed-for-revision story drafts from projects that are either on hold indefinitely or confirmed as abandoned. That felt...weird. But I really couldn't justify keeping them. I'm not going to refer back to the notes, which already served their purpose of organizing my thoughts when I wrote them in the first place. And the printed drafts...well, if I truly resurrect those stories one day, I'll print them again. But I'm not holding my breath.)

Alternatively! I could switch focus to a more straightforward task. Right now, that would mean cleaning out the cabinet under my bathroom sink. I had previously, unrelated to NaClYoHo, done a major cleaning of the countertop and shelving in the bathroom. The cabinet is the only thing left to tackle. (As far as decluttering and organizing, anyway. Scrubbing is another story, but let's not get ahead of ourselves.) It's an area strictly in my control, a rigidly defined task, and everything in there is either going back or getting thrown, not moving to alternate storage. Disadvantage, aside from starting over, is that the cabinet is inconveniently low, so I have to either sit on the floor to sort stuff or pull sections out and move them to a work area that won't destroy my back.

That's...not actually a good reason to avoid it, is it? *sigh* Okay, okay. I suppose I'll switch over to the cabinet for the next few days. I can return to the office on the weekend, when I have time to dismantle the desk area and store anything that needs to be. For now, I'll sort hair ribbons and spare tubes of toothpaste.

Right, good, thanks for coming to my TEDTalk!

Lake Lewisia #615

True invisibility was, of course, rare in nature, since the biological costs for mere camouflage were so much lower for much the same practical benefits, and so invisibility remained primarily the province of mystical side effects. He reminded himself of these facts whenever he was marked as absent from class or took a shopping cart to the hip because someone had failed to notice him standing in front of the organic vegetables--he was simply very well camouflaged for the modern city equivalent of a golden savanna. That he never looked quite the same in any two photographs--skin tone shifting from one racially ambiguous end of the spectrum to the other, eyes reflecting ground and sky and mood, nose and jawline ebbing and flowing with every shadow--suggested that mere camouflage, mere biology, intended to give the mystical a run for its money.

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LL#615