And really, is anyone surprised? I have this bad tendency to avoid blogging. Like if I don't put the boredom that is my life into written words, then it's not actually as boring as I think it is. I don't think it's working. Clearly, my life is dull.
Lately, I have been decluttering. Well, sort of. I had this past week off (because my birthday was Wednesday, and who wants to take off just a Wednesday - I refuse to be at work on my birthday - so I took off the whole week) and I spent most of it spring cleaning. The weather was great, I had windows open, and I completely rearranged my spare bedroom. It's set up much better for my use now. Whether or not it's better for when I have guests is beside the point. I made a corner of it into an actual "office" type space, with the bookshelves and desk all forming their own little cubicle. And then there's the spare bed on the opposite wall. Or, maybe I should call it the cat bed. She spends more time on it than any guests. I still have a lot of stuff to put away, but I want to do it in bits, so that I can get rid of stuff.
I don't know... I feel better about the reorganization, but it just means that I have a lot of junk. Which I already knew, but it reinforced it.
I still need to finish cleaning the main living areas. They've been seriously tidied (It's amazing how much bigger a space looks without junk everywhere), but the floors need help. I was waiting to do all the floors at the same time, but unfortunately, the spare room is not going to be ready. I guess the vacuum comes out tomorrow. And the mop. Hopefully that'll take care of everything.
I'll probably feel very accomplished when it's done. Right now, I just feel like going back to bed and avoiding it.