Funny how some of the silliest, most mundane things make you feel good. Tonight, I took the 2 minutes to clean up all the toys in the living room. Now, I do it most nights, but I hadn't gotten to it in a couple and I was beginning to feel as if I was drowning in toys. Now, as I look at my itty-bitty living room with a clear floor, I don't feel as bad now. I have a clean-ish living room and I'm not tripping over toys everytime I turn around. Nice. Reminds me that I really am still an adult and can even decorate reasonably well. I sure have an exciting life.
WI tomorrow. Sigh. Not expecting much in terms of loss. Guess we'll see.