I've been doing more cleaning (thanks, Hoarders!). Yesterday, I reorganized the kitchen cupboards so that they don't annoy me anymore. Also, now there's room so that, should I magically obtain more cookware, I have room for more cookware.
And then this morning, I was looking at our built-in shelving, dissatisfied with how I'd organized it this weekend. Yes, it was much better than before. (I wish I had a picture of how messy it was before. There were stacks of VHS and cassette tapes, and cords everywhere. It was so messy that, when I started excavating the whole thing, I discovered the fondue pot that I lost. How do you lose a fondue pot in such a small space?) But I didn't like how the basket was sitting on top of my record collection, and I also didn't like how close the two baskets were, because then you could tell that they were different colours. And that hurt my brain. (And yes, that shelve really is devoted to Old Media, especially now that the cords have been relegated to The Basket Under the TV, Near the Router.)
So, after sitting under my SAD lamp this morning, I did this:
Now I need to write some dissertation, and limit the housecleaning to actually washing the dishes. Because the dishes are gross. Because I'd rather organize records than wash dishes.
I think this post will only really be of interest to my mother, but that's okay.