I was working to keep from thinking today. I fixed a hole in the wall, mounted bookshelves, moved furniture, threw away anything I came across and couldn’t find a compelling reason to keep, and put the smack down on my room. I guess I’m still a thirtysomething guy who sleeps on a mattress in the corner of his bedroom, but at least now it’s a straight walk to said bed from the door, with nothing sharp or poisonous on the way.
I cleaned out my main closet, and threw away all the clothes I won’t wear any more. You can see the floor now.
I turned my other closet into a secondary tool room, so now I don’t have to make thirty trips to the garage when I’m working on something upstairs.
Saturday morning Hachi jumped onto my bed through a hole in the ceiling. It was unnerving, like this:
Here’s some more Hachi pictures, because he’s funny and he’s my friend:
