Today, I turned three linear feet of knitting books, cookbooks, and miscellaneous adult fiction (I never did get around to reading House of Leaves) into a store credit and two linear feet of children's fiction.
I consider that a job well done.
I have cleaned far, far too much in the past two weeks, and I'm just getting started.
Depression sucks. Cleaning helps.
I now have a desk of my very own, with drawers of my very own, at which I can sit and do my very own work. Not that I've gotten to use it much, as I'm still cleaning everything else.
But at least I no longer have a system of piles for storage in my bedroom.
My sphere of cleanliness increases daily!
Matthew has begun the lengthy process of emptying out his office to prepare for the inevitable gutting of the northern-facing exterior wall of the house.
Tonight, he found mice. Lots of mice. Thankfully, these are not dead, just obsolete.