Tikkabik

It's been the subject of past blog entries: My office is a pit.

I don't know what happened, actually, but about eight years ago or so I completely lost all ability to organize myself. Lost my chi, maybe, or just stopped caring. Anyway, I've been on a downward slide when it came to getting my shit together.

This has been evident nowhere more than my office -- my one sanctum sanctorum in the house. When I left for LA, there were stacks of crap everywhere, boxes filled with crap, and piles.

I bought a treadmill weeks ago at a yard sale and had yet to set it up. What's more, an old love seat I had in the office was totally blocked by piles of boxes filled with books, paperwork, stacks of boxes sent to me by software vendors, and other crap. Some foam tiles my mother picked up for me on sale at a local discount store went stacked on their side and unused. A 20 year old 50 inch projection TV my father in law had given me ostensibly as parts for the one that we have set up in our bedroom also lay derelict in the middle of the floor.

When I got back, a cleaning tornado had hit the office. It's quite remarkable.

Bonnie had cleared most of the stuff out of that half of the office. She'd set up the love seat, laid down the tile, put the treadmill in place, pushed the TV off to one side. I barely recognize the place. And I love it.

I should go away more often!