Ooh, ooh!

I almost forgot, I sorted through and burned up one of the bags of papers that I moved with me from the old home to this one (and added to once we got here). I found some car titles, benefits program descriptions, and something or other from the accident I was in. (Guess I didn't burn it all already.) I also took a deep breath and burned a bunch of duplicate checks.

And by clearing out that space in the closet, I made room to put a SteriLite rolling drawer thingie to sort all the wires (RCA plugs, speaker wire, coaxial cable, phone cords, ethernet and other computer cables, miscellaneous wall adapters) that were in a jumbled mess in another box. One bag to go and then I can start in on the file cabinet and green plastic file holder. I'll probably burn most of what's in there, but then I can empty my one bag of truly fileable papers into where they "belong." Ah, organization!

As for this week's zone, I spent yesterday's 15 minutes (or more, I didn't set my timer) in the computer room, so I did 15 minutes in the bedroom this morning before work. If I feel like it, I'll do 15 more after work. (Not trying to catch up, just figured it wouldn't hurt to do 15 more minutes.) Already, I'll feel comfortable leaving the door wide open when we have guests down the hall on Thursday of this week.

The main thing for me to attack next in this room is my dresser. My closet is kind of useless for now, so my dresser has to pick up the slack. It has (in/on/near it) all my old clothes from years of jeans-and-T-shirting, plus all my work/nice clothes from 38 pounds heavier, plus all my work/nice clothes for my current weight, plus all the clothes for the three above categories for colder weather. They don't all fit in there. It will make one heck of a Goodwill donation. I just need to remember to not pull out more than I can put back in time.

If I get that done before the end of the week I'll continue in the guest bedroom. Er, I suppose I should at least do a 5-minute room rescue (or three!) in there before company comes, eh? I really need to strip the bed so I can launder the bedding in there, too. Hey, two birds, here comes one stone. And I suppose I ought to try cleaning my sister's comforter that wouldn't fit in our washer.

Good thing I started this two weeks ago.

Which reminds me, my husband agreed to do 15 minutes himself if I made him his favorite labor-intensive meal. The deal was my idea, but I'd still like to see him hold up his end of the bargain, since even the leftovers from that meal are gone now. He can pick the area to work in, too. I don't care. 15 minutes anywhere will help. We'll see how that one plays out. And if he drops the ball, that's ok, because I'm doing fine on my own.