I can almost breathe. The turmoil and messiness is almost tamed. I don't have enough room in my head for all the noise that clutter makes. Now don't get me wrong. Housework makes you ugly and under the circumstances, I can't take any chances, but, I also can't work or accomplish much that is significant if my workspace is trashed. So that has left me with the job of gleaning, cleaning and arranging.
You know if I had had the opportunity, I would have been a window dresser. I love to stage stuff. I love to fluff and press and place and stand back and say "oh yeah". But that isn't what I am doing at the moment. I am looking into and categorizing things. I have a librarian friend who would scream with pleasure upon seeing my mess. Scary people. She would offer to help but I would never find my shitee` again, it would be too organized and besides she is a left brain thinker and I don't get that much. The left side of my brain has been on vacation for so long, I don't even get postcards anymore.
So off I am to do another day at the "OMG how many of those things do you need" emporium of humble pie. Have a super day my friends.