Ok, no more wallowing

This past week has felt so long. Mainly cause I did absolutely nothing. There was of course plenty that I could be doing but the sheer amount of stuff in the living room was making me feel claustraphobic and sapped all motivation right out of me. Awesome. Well, while sitting downstairs eating out of my black bean soup bread bowl (yum), I decided/told myself that I would stop wallowing in my inability to get stuff done and actually do something. I'm having visions of mounds upon mounds of boxes and trash bags full of stuff for the veterans to come pick up. Yay.