I am stupid sore this morning. I spent yesterday morning moving comic book boxes upstairs to our closet in an effort to make space downstairs. I'm not going to say exactly how many boxes I lugged up the stairs, but my arms and shoulders are now sure it was too many. I then spent the afternoon cleaning out the rest of the space in the room they were moved from. I am totally wiped from the effort and reminded that we have way too much stuff.
I have a trip to the DMV this morning, so I'm certain to be in a mood later. Of course I'm also done with the cleaning and moving of boxes for the time being, so maybe the two things will just cancel each other out. Either way, I'm sure I'll work on this a little more as it gives me joy to watch it grow. I don't know when I'm going to stop on this one. I guess whenever I reach a nice mat size, whatever that is. I'll know it when I get there.