I know it's only Thursday morning of an incredibly busy week, but my mind is already skipping ahead to the weekend.
My focus is on Saturday, which is currently a big blank spot on the calendar and shall remain that way with regard to any plans that involve leaving the house. That's because Saturday is the day I'm finally going to clean out my home office.
It's a task that is certain to take me all day. My desk is piled with paperwork. The floor is piled with, well, all sorts of stuff. I have three huge Rubbermaid tubs full of papers and other items that were hastily removed from my old office area before we remodeled it in [cough] 2006.
I'm going to hate every minute of it. There will be dust and sneezing. I will discover that I've packed away large volumes of junk mail that could have been shredded years ago. I will end up going through my file drawers, the cabinet attached to my desk, and my office bookshelf to find things to dispose of and make room for anything important I find.
However, I know it will be incredibly satisfying when I'm finished. The state of my office has nagged at my subconscious for years like a broken promise. I think that a clean office will increase my productivity when I'm working at home and possibly inspire me to write more.
It'll certainly make my husband happy. My office is right off his recording studio, so he has to close the curtain when he has clients so they can't see the chaos.
If only my office weren't the only room of mine in that state. As soon as I have my sparkling clean office tidied up and perfect, then I'll need to tackle my dressing room. Yep, looks like spring cleaning fever has hit a little early and several years late at the same time.
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