Getting My Shit Together

Post-estrangement/pre-Wuhan, my mother came over to my apartment in late February after we had had lunch. Frankly, I was embarrassed at the state of my "library," which had once looked nice but had since degenerated into a "storage room" of sorts: random boxes and bags and small bookshelves sitting everywhere, etc. In fact, my mother asked, "Are you using this room for storage?" NO! It's supposed to be my restful library!

Outside judgment, when it echoes your own thoughts, can be helpful. And so I spent 3 or 4 hours last week getting shit put away where it belongs!

Another thing: One wall in my main bathroom was completely barren and un-thought-out. I suddenly remembered the Klimt "Girlfriends" wall-hanging that I'd once had up in the bedroom of a former apartment, but since moving here had been stored away in a closet...It would be, and was, PERFECT for the bathroom spot.

"Girlfriends" and Solomon.