How does the body know that Sunday is a day off? Nothing different last night, except that I didn't set the alarm clock. Woke up two hours later than I would naturally wake up on other days, head still vivid with dreams (such a spate of dreams these days) and went straight out in the open to take the air. First thought of the day: keep what works. Prosaic, but that's what came.
So this is to be another day in the contest between <what we might call> clutter and <what we might call> efficiency. My version of working towards spotless surfaces and everything in its place. Push back the tide of paper. Shred paper, even. Don't answer this question: why do I have on my work table, taking up space, a large green watering can, a jamjar full of curtain hooks, a pair of binoculars, a box of panel pins, a ball of string, matches, a rain hat, screwdriver, crystal pendant on a plastic string, Beanie Baby monkey, framed studio pic of myself as a baby between my parents, bottle of Sacred Space Spray ("Calling All Angels"), red metal money box, copy of "Proust and the Squid" that belongs to Patricia?
And a lot else, including an electric plug, a dongle, a kitchen timer, a "Flip" video camera and an advancing tide of paper that has reduced my available working space to the dimensions of this laptop. Don't answer that question, but do act on the answer to this question: where does it all belong? Send it all home. Or at least, rearrange it in a way that feels better for next week. AQnd wipe the table so that I can't see the shapes in the dust where things used to be. There will be dust.
I wonder if there's any money in that money box.
So this is to be another day in the contest between <what we might call> clutter and <what we might call> efficiency. My version of working towards spotless surfaces and everything in its place. Push back the tide of paper. Shred paper, even. Don't answer this question: why do I have on my work table, taking up space, a large green watering can, a jamjar full of curtain hooks, a pair of binoculars, a box of panel pins, a ball of string, matches, a rain hat, screwdriver, crystal pendant on a plastic string, Beanie Baby monkey, framed studio pic of myself as a baby between my parents, bottle of Sacred Space Spray ("Calling All Angels"), red metal money box, copy of "Proust and the Squid" that belongs to Patricia?
And a lot else, including an electric plug, a dongle, a kitchen timer, a "Flip" video camera and an advancing tide of paper that has reduced my available working space to the dimensions of this laptop. Don't answer that question, but do act on the answer to this question: where does it all belong? Send it all home. Or at least, rearrange it in a way that feels better for next week. AQnd wipe the table so that I can't see the shapes in the dust where things used to be. There will be dust.
I wonder if there's any money in that money box.