Still Lost

I've spent all day cleaning, and my spare keys still haven't turned up. That means they're in the Room of Dread, the one room I've been avoiding because of the sheer number of small containers and drawers and boxes it contains -- the studio.

At least I've done a lot of laundry. I've also eaten a lot of pizza. My phone is in the car, too, and I can order pizza online without a telephone.

You wouldn't think there would be that much to clean in my house. I mean, I just had a party. But the sad truth is I kept all the closets firmly shut, along with the spare room and the studio. Plus the file cabinets were filled with piles and piles of junk, as was my Lane console table and the desk in the hallway.

So now I have a cleaner home, even if I still need to re-organize one closet. That closet will have to wait until Sunday, when I have a little bit of cash to spend on closet organizers. I'm $10 over this week's budget, but I honestly didn't plan for two days of pizza.

Tomorrow I have to take Dart to school for a high-school fair, and then come home and deal with the studio. Sunday I'll call a locksmith, I suppose.