After much cleansing over the weekend, I pretty much have a clean apartment. There are a few piles of stuff here and there, but it's a vast improvement over the federal disaster area it previously resembled - mini-mountains of clothes, monuments of packing materiel, and stacks of various media bordering the walls. Now, pretty much everything is neatly organized or hiding out of plain sight. It's remarkably closer to something I would call home. And it's so nice having empty floor space.

Now that I have my place all sorted out, I'm hoping the trend carries on to my standard week. It would be nice to get back to the schedule I had laid out prior to work throwing general mayhem in the way of doing those things I had planned.