Now I can look at the other books (really, the other divider sections of the same three-ring binder.)
I made appointments, I rescheduled appointments... I ate my daily allotment of candy already and may cheat by baking something delicious and calling it something other than candy (justifications of the sugar-dependent, that's what we're talking about here.) I have hardly cleaned anything.
Well, one thing that really needs cleaning is my desk. The surface cannot be seen, and the papers are at landslide level. Why is it such a difficult thing to do, cleaning the desk off?
I don't know, but I think I'll stop overthinking it and come back later today when I can brag that I cleaned my desk. I think I'll take a before and after photo to motivate myself.
Before:
*edit two days later: I'm surprised no one busted me on this. I cleaned for what seemed like a long time, but it only appears messier now. How is this possible?
I blame the paper fairies, who routinely mess up my work area. They are related to the carkey gnomes and the sprites who continually move about my cups and glasses.
ReplyDeleteWell go figure. I was dreaming of my own candy allotment just a few minutes ago. But I have none. I ate a prune instead.
ReplyDeleteI have a kitchen table that looks similar to that. I don't know, but I just keep picking through, sorting, and hope the table re-emerges soon.
ReplyDeleteWhen an item is missing and it must be at the bottom of the pile, that's when the desk finally gets sorted and cleared.
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