My office is a wreck.
I’m not quite sure how it got to this point, but I’ve got to get it in order. I come in here and can’t think. NOT good, not with the buffer at 3 colored and 7 inked — there’s serious thinking to do right now!
Tomorrow morning I need to set aside an hour to haul out the waste-paper and the giant monitor I’m no longer using. Maybe then I can find the space to sort and tidy the stuff that is actually supposed to be in here. And maybe then I can get cracking on the buffer and the last of the marginalia for Book I.