Unfucking My Habitat

I sorted through the last container of random things. We're down to floor scrattle, tall shelves and debate about varying material wealth left unseen in various corners.

No room for corners, any more.

I've reached the end of my ability to work on the Promptcast thing, so it's edit and then submit. With apologies for the brevity. Unfucking an entire house and making it ready for four people and a cat is... time consuming. Who knew?

But progress IS being made. Huzzah.

With every good luck, we shall have the entirety of the scrattle gone and the varying rooms nearly ready for redecorating. Huzzah?

That promises to be another clusterfuck. But at least it's a clusterfuck of a different colour.

And we still have to turn the patio into an extended catio.

No sense calling it done until we are done-done.

Today's story will happen during rest periods.

I got a few things in the way, true, but they're reachable.

Meanwhile, my lovelies are rearranging the kitchen. This is just as much hell as you might imagine. On the other hand, I did get to turn the awkward corner near the cooktop into a one-stop hydration, medication, and caffeination station. I am taking what wins I can.

Fingers crossed, I get the entire spare room to a point of decluttered that my lovelies can take over.

Story when and if

I have sorted through The Pile(tm) and now there are two areas remaining in the spare room that need dealing with. I must clear a path to the built-in wardrobe, sort through the built-in wardrobe, then tackle the piles on the other side of the bed in there.

Working on the Promptcast thing at some point could happen. It might. I just need to get the important stuff done before I sit down to commit literature.

Needs must to be done.

I skipped out of unfucking yesterday. Minor depressive episode that manifested in the intense need for a nap. Understandable, since I've been doing a majority of rearrangements on my only and it feels like I'm the only person doing anything.

I know bloody well that there's rearrangements happening in Brizvegas as Adorable's crew are sifting through their accumulated scrattle with an eye to what moves versus what's bought new because that stuff's just a better freaking idea.

I'm gonna scoop up all

I'm moderating the story stream today, so that's four hours or so booked from my day.

Achievement: Recorded the last chapters of A Devil's Tale for Adorable.

Experiment: Attempted to mix Bird Crumble stuff and mealworms for Bird Cake. Results - the Magpie Mafia demanded proper mealworms.

I shall have to learn how to do bird food properly.

All the better to placate the Magpie Mafia.

Editing ADT has to wait until we can capture Luna, which allegedly gives me time to

Achievement complete - sorting a literal cartload of books between keep, chuck, and donate.

Next on my agenda - The Pile(tm)

When there was no room on or under the desk for my culch, it spilled onto The Pile(tm). And then it became a dumping ground for Other Stuff.

I am going to have such fun [/sarcasm]

And then there's the cupboard of Memorabillia. Sigh. I don't know how much I'll be allowed to keep ;_;

Onwards and onwards...

There's a lot more culch than I thought there was. A situation not at all helped by the fact that I needed to go on a supply run that included a trip to find long warm socks and slippers so I can keep my fetlocks and toesies warm in the new Nerd Cave.

Which, you might expect, wore me the fuck out.

I am now rested and refreshed. My lovelies are awake and I don't need to fret about waking them. I

Finally, we are tackling the SABLE in the spare room. To be correct, I am tackling the SABLE in the spare room. Making decisions about what to keep and what to chuck. Sorting them into storage boxes to go into storage until such time as I have a craft area again.

I'm also redistributing Useful Things(tm) to where they can actually be useful. I know. I'm as surprised as you are.

I am currently going through The Plan, which is:

1. Sort

The spare room needs a solid joosh. The house needs degarbaging and we missed rubbish day this week. So it's a derecycling.

And the day after tomorrow, I have to sally forth just to pick up kitty litter. Because Costco was out when I went to pick up other stuff and things.

Bleh.

I have put some laundry on, I have stripped the bed in the spare room and put some of that in the wash. At the expense of my sinuses.