Ah! Feels so Good

I cleaned my room this morning. It had been a sty. I couldn't (literally) get from the door to my bed without stepping on something. Two days ago, I took a hard step onto a razor that was lying blade-side-up on the floor. I had never before actually lived in a room, nor actually seen one, where a person really actually truly couldn't see the floor. It was cluttered. A mess. A real bad deal.

But I woke up and made a cup of tea with honey... mmm. Then, I picked up all the clothes and put them in the hamper, put all the papers into a pile, and the receipts went into my I Love Lucy tin lunch-box which I use to store receipts until I sift through them looking for deductibles at tax-time. I didn't even spend more than three minutes reading or reminiscing at the various scribbles and notes that usually would distract me from the task at hand, no, not this time. I was on a mission. The loose change went into the cup with the crayola markers, the chocolates were put back into a mug on the desk, the toiletries went on the shelf, or back into the bathroom where they belong.

Then I vacuumed. Now I'm sitting on the floor of the room, so happy.