As I pondered my mood and what might be behind it, I realized that I'd hit my limit for coping with the amount of clutter that had accumulated. This happens around here without even noticing it. Even though I tidy up every evening, things slowly pile up, until almost every surface in the house has stuff on it -- and, in most cases, dust on top of the stuff. All the corners are full, all the shelves overflowing. The roll-top desk is a horror, to be opened at one's own peril.
So, since it was unlikely that I'd be able to get rid of as much of it as I should , I tossed the kids in the car and headed out to get some baskets and other containers in order to bring some order to things. (Gotta love Ross for this kind of outing!) All week, I've been tackling a room at a time. I've only been able to do dribs and drabs at a time, drops in the bucket, but it has done wonders for my mood and things are looking much better. Even S noticed!
Tomorrow we hit the road, and I'm really getting jazzed. We'll stop at Nana's, and S and the kids will stay with her while I go to the conference. I'm trying not to have too many huge hopes for the weekend -- much as it would be nice to meet some publishing diva who will snap her fingers and get my first book published, just like that! -- but after months (years!) of drops in the bucket, in terms of my writing, this has great potential to be an opening of the floodgates. I just hope my craft is worthy!