Finally, yesterday, I make the push, the last couple of hours cleaning, moving things under the bed (there be monsters) or into closets (more monsters), some sort of reorganizing will be necessary, but better would be to start ploughing through the hundreds of projects I've started and made no progress on...

I've gathered enough art supplies to see me into my twilight years, there's no need for my to acquire more (at least until this apartment - and the locker in Calgary - have been thoroughly emptied, which optimistically will take a few years...

Anyways, it's a big load off my mind to be able to sit in my chair and not look upon the mess, some attention, now, to be given to the heap of books next to the chair, but this bothers me a lot less than did the rocks, crystals and tools. And the island is cleared, a barstool, place where I can set up my computer and work, and I'm beginning to feel a little more settled...

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