We were pretending that I was going to have all the junk cleared out of my den by 1:00 p.m. today.

But tomorrow morning is an absolute deadline; the painters will be here then. So the den has to be straightened, and the "satellite den" (my corner of the dining room) cleared out as well. Also, the living room. That would include my reading corner, which is surrounded by CDs and textiles and books and magazines and other . . . valuable stuff.

Tomorrow night and Tuesday we'll probably be camping in the Husbandly Den.

A the H suggested that I switch from "obsessive sorting" mode into "shoveling" mode. I looked at him, and opened my mouth. And then closed it. And then looked at my books, papers, and that pile of "clothes to mend" in the corner.

"My preciouses," I whispered.

I am not good at this.

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