I guess sometimes it pays to tidy up. I am working against genetics and socialization here. I lack the tidy gene and that, combined with my tendency to note that the mess isn't going anywhere, so why not take care of it later? is a recipe for - increasing mess, kind of like the Blanc Mange from the old Monty Python routine.

And yet, working against nearly impossible odds, I toiled away and came out a richer woman for it because:

1) I found $20 I'd tucked away in my RWA badge thingee from Reno. Yes, I overcame the packrat gene and threw it away, once I took out the money.

2) I found a Brockmann book I haven't read yet! Oh joy!!

My room is by no means tidy yet. I need more crates, but there is hope. Also, I ended up tossing the disappointment book without finishing it. It just wasn't doing it for me. I've really enjoyed other books by this author. Oh well.

In writing news, um, I didn't do any today. I did get DX into the hands of another reader, so that counts, right? I intend to go soak my feet, finish laundry and read Brockmann.