I accomplished something AMAZING today.
The people who would be the most impressed will not see this, as they don’t read the blog, but I DON’T CARE.
I CLEANED MY LIVING ROOM.
Since I moved to this apartment—in February 2003—in front of my bookcases has been a … morass … of boxes of books, boxes of craft supplies and half-finished projects, packing peanuts, old papers and magazines, things I tore out of catalogs to put on my collages, and so on. To the extent that there were only about three places big enough to put a foot, and I had to do a precarious overstepping motion every time I wanted to get to the bookcases. Which was pretty much every day.
It was also a battlefield of doom whenever Max was over. Last weekend I think Lin was about set to kill me.
But this, oh, this is what it looks like now.