Efficiency.

[serinde]

I've managed to channel my impulses into cleaning up the disaster that was the sewing room, which had become the default random-crap-dumping location after Pennsic. It still requires some work, as in some cases tidying consisted of stuffing things behind other things, but it's sufficient for the moment. Especially as bedtime approacheth and I've got a weird muscle ache, apparently from the speed slides at the water park yesterday, so I'm going to leave off my mad crazy cleaning ways and take a hot bath. Go Me.

(No one is responding to D&D mail re: our current intriguing situation. What, you people have lives or something? Bah and likewise feh. Get yer priorities straight.)