My office is clean
This is a momentous occasion -- my office is clean. I spent several hours yesterday finally getting a handle on the mess down here and got things squared away once and for all. I still have a big cardboard box filled with papers and miscellania that I have to go through, but all the myriad piles and bags filled with crap are gone. So are dozens of boxes, shipping containers, and cartons. They all got hauled away to the dump this morning.
James came down and saw it yesterday after I'd finished up. He stood in a patch of concrete about midway between the door and my desk and looked around in wonder. "Daddy," he asked, "What's your floor doing here?"
"What do you mean, James?"
"I've never seen this floor before."
Okay, "never" might be a bit of hyperbole, but the boy certainly hasn't seen that patch of floor free of obstructions in a few months.