magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

I made a slightly more successful stab at cleaning today. My office/studio is about 2/3 less cluttered than it had been for, well, for about as far back as I can clearly recall, more or less since I started actually using it as an office. This involved going through various piles of papers. Recycling or shredding most of what was in them. Stuffing all the statements, invoices, packing slips, and receipts into a shoebox. It also involved emptying out the last couple boxes of my things that I retrieved from Stef nearly a year ago. Mostly clothes that I no longer wear, some of which I'm pretty sure aren't even mine. Some of them still kind of smell like her. Also, a handful of old photos. Mail sent to our old address. The postcard invitation to the 2002 RISD Artist Ball. Non of it helped by the fact that for whatever reason she has already been running loose in my subconscious for a couple of days.

But the room looks nice clean, if I put up my hands and frame out the parts that aren't.