I spent a good few hours cataloguing media, artwork, and paperwork. I need to get everything organised before I start decorating.
More importantly, I need to be happy with furniture placement before decorating, because I need to know where all the artwork is going.
I emptied shelves, moved around furniture, and started putting things away when the life just drained out of me. I felt entirely useless, fed up, defeated. I was doing something nice but my body and brain both said: "Hey, Book. We're not doing this today."
So, I've been in a funk all evening with a mess still in the living room.





