I've been awake for two hours and am without coffee. This will soon be fixed. I was getting some of the undone things completed, because I am to be curtained shortly and those windows have to be accessible. During the process, I realised that it doesn't matter how much housework I do, my place is still a mess. Something in me* spawns piles of strange things that need sorting. Anyhow, it's less of a mess, and the curtains are almost able to be reached without danger of tripping over interesting things.

The advantage of doing tidying early is that I start the day in a state of conscious virtue. If I make enough coffee, I shall continue this way and shall do so much stuff today that it will feel like Monday. Except...wait... it *is* Monday.

On that note I need coffee. Much coffee.


*my internal rabid monster?