Messy

I realized today that we are to the point that my room will not be clean again until the morning we leave for the airport. This is discouraging, exhilarating and daunting. I hate a messy room and there are piles everywhere. They have to be here for now, but it really feels like we have one foot out of the door when I am not trying to clean up.

I did however, before I sat down to write this, re-stack the piles on my two (!) desks. Tom has moved his desk downstairs so I finally have enough room to spread out and he can work his night-owl hours in peace. I already feel better being able to have some order on my desks even though they'll be spread out again in a few hours.