Last night around 10pm I decided to stop being lazy and get off my tush. I took out to the curbside a broken shelf, a computer desk, a broken floor length mirror I was still using despite being cracked in 27 places and about 6 pairs of shoes and the old toaster oven and other assorted trash. No idea where the burst of energy came from…I was sitting there defleaing poor Simba Cat for over an hour brushing out massive amounts of fur and suddenly needed to clean the floors! And move things around! And put things in the trash! And start laundry! And scrub the bathtub!
All these things are good mind you but why am I only inspired to do them in the late evening?
My goal is to get crap organized so I’m ready when I make the move out to the country. 
I also want to make the front room of the apartment into a studio type arrangement and move my bed out there and the wee air conditioner so all my living space is in one room. The kitty litter boxes when you first walk in the door isn’t very appealing I’m afraid, so I plan on moving those into the back bedroom area with the dressers and all other storage stuff.
It’s amazing actually, I know how much *physical stuff* I’ve let go of when I moved to the wee apartment. How on earth do I still find more? WHERE DOES IT ALL COME FROM?
