The living room is a jumble of worn-out cardboard boxes half-filled with Christmas decorations, along with unfolded clothes and pug covers. It's a mess. And the whole house (to a large extent) is cluttered and looking a bit chubby. These are the days when I have to shake my head to get it to set on straight. Fortunately, however, nothing's hanging fire (which is a saying that came out of my mouth the other day causing Gary to say that he'd never heard that phrase---huh! In my southern world it refers to something that's not in desperate need of happening) and I can take my time in setting things to rights.
Disarray. A reality but one that makes my insides sad. I do love order, but being a packrat to some extent, makes that a challenge. Plus, G.'s making me a new bookshelf for beside the bed and that area of the bedroom will have to look worse before it gets any better. Change is messy, that's for sure.
Now must rest. Nap-time passes all too quickly.
