So I had huge plans for this weekend–exercising, working on AKMG, wallpapering the bathroom, cleaning the office–and then ate and slept my way through four solid days and got absolutely nothing done.
So it’s time for Shame, one of my chief motivators. (Not Shane, Shame.)
I read someplace (Fly Lady, maybe) that if you take fifteen minutes a day in the worst room in your house, you can get it cleaned without pain, so I’m doing the Twelve Days of cleaning my office, fifteen minutes each day, right here on the blog to keep me honest. Most of you will not find this interesting so you can wander back in about two weeks when there might be something not quite so me-centered here. But for those of you who slow down to look at accidents . . .
. . . this is what I need to organize. I think three hours will do it. Maybe.