This afternoon I attacked the den/study/office, sorting through stacks that contained cds and books; things I thought we had lost, magazines, and papers, piles and piles of papers.
Books and cds were returned to their shelves in the livingroom.
I used to laugh at what Benjamin Franklin once said:
A place for everything and everything in its placeBut now, like a deep breath, there is a sense of peace where disorder reigned. I pray that my thoughts, scattered and random lately, would also find a place to settle.