
But let me begin with this:
Ah, breakup reorgs.
I'm inclined to redo my digs whenever I'm bored, avoiding something, or in need of some therapy.
Add a recent breakup (on Valentine's, of all days) and you have a rather manic recipe for the reorg of the century.

It was part of the reorg, having previously occupied the dining room table. I moved it to the rad and perched it atop some inspiring papers and design booklets.
I should also mention it was part of the fallout from a relationship that ended five years ago. The guy was a twit but when I left him he gave me this Canadiana bowl that we thrifted together at the Sally Ann for $17. Romantic soul, he was.

Now Dag, my cat, was nearby, but I'm taking the bowl's demise as a sign from the universe - a sign that I made the right choice, a sign to accept something as final, and - yes - a sign that I'm whole, with my integrity intact, even though what I thought was a relationship has been shattered beyond repair.
So. Time to thrive. I'll pick up the pieces, doncha worry.
Tomorrow: less personal philosophizing and more reorg pics!!
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