Making room

I am doing my best to avoid doing anything so far this morning. After the first week on a new job, I find myself just plain tired. Even got on a YouTube kick trying to piece together what happened to Cat Stevens from musician to radical and back to musician. If nothing else, there is some good music in the house today.

My BIG PLAN is to give Muddy Boy a bath and vacuum the hell out of the house in preparation of ... well, other plans. I have to gut my office before my (dreaded)September statistics class, since I'll have my tutor in here with me. Right now, it looks like something a hoarder would create because my cabinets and shelves are filled with past life things and so there's no room to fit the present. I have to examine everything and probably get rid of stuff I have been hanging onto. For what, I dunno. I will have to face the prospect that my legacy will either be that of a hoarder of old lifestyles, or the new, boring life I have now. Heaven knows I don't want to be remembered as a social worker, but I have to make room for what I am now, like it or not. Who will remember anyway, once I'm gone and someone has to clear out this house? It'll all get thrown away. May as well make it my choice instead of after the fact.

But that's all talk now. Today, if I get the dog washed, I'll have at least done something. And, I can think of worse ways to begin my day than to listen to "Peace Train".