So, let's see how I did today:

a.) got the downstairs closet totally emptied out, consolidated four boxes of personal junk into two, brought in a client's four boxes of records, brought down two more boxes of records from upstairs, took two plastic bins and two big cases of photos and scrapbook fodder (now sorted out) and incorporated them into my burgeoning bedroom closet
b.) swept the floors
c.) cleaned the kitchen
d.) hung the bird feeder outside on a tree
e.) hung up the pictures that occupied both sides of a corner of my bedroom on the floor
f.) vacuumed the upstairs
g.) did the laundry, folded it and put it away
h.) moved the Tom Clancy novels downstairs and put them in a shelf (it seems they're collective worth about the price of a pack of Diet Coke, not worth the time it takes to load them up on Amazon.)
i.) dusted all of the pictures

Compared to my intended list at the beginning of the day, not a bad result, considering that I hadn't thought in advance that I'd have to go through three big boxes of paper treasures that needed to be handled one at a time.

I did find my ticket jacket and ticket for my first airplane flight - a PanAm charter to Hamburg. That's so cool!

So, I feel pretty good about all this, except that I'm sore and my head is throbbing from the dust I raised.

Nothing listed for sale on eBay, though.

Yet.

It's 20:15, and I need to shower, since I've been working all day, and I don't want to go to bed all slimy. I still want to vacuum out the car, and move the shop vac to the other side of the garage, where it will be away from the arrival of Brambo.

Yet to go - boxes filled with packaging (boxes that things came in, that must be saved) go into the attic. The vast collection of stuff I drew, earned, achieved, and whatnot has to go into scrap books. The 15+ images of the 20th Century Limited must be framed and hung in the stairwell. All the stuff in my closet that's to be sold on eBay has to be researched, listed and then boxed and shipped. My bedroom has to be painted, and two pieces of furniture moved.

Maybe next weekend.

At least it doesn't smell like ass in here anymore, as it did yesterday when I arrived at home.