And realized that the “chaos” of my physical environment distracts me from concentrating on the things in my life that really matter and should be occupying my time.
So I: cleared out my back storage room enough to move some things that didn’t belong in my living room back there, went through the mail and sundry papers that were hanging about and separated it into shredding and recyclables, moved all the books that tend to lounge around my front room onto a bookcase, vacuumed and dusted, did my dishes, cleaned out one of the cupboards in my kitchen, cleaned up the bathroom, went through the piles of clothes in my bedroom, hanging what need to be hung and putting the rest in the bureau, stripped the bed, moved some furniture around, swept the whole apartment, made an orzo salad for this weeks lunches, and did my laundry.
And now, I’m too tired to make my bed.