Eagles Over the Kennebec

I need clean surfaces before I can comfortably start a new project as well. I've semi-started the next book, but I've been working in my bedroom with the laptop, not in my office at the desktop. The office isn't in the worst shape it's ever been--that occurred after I finished the second book and found that I had over a year's worth of New Scientist stacked beneath the desk, among too may other things. But it's not great. Need to file away last year's receipts, reconcile a couple of months of bank statements, and dump the junk mail that seems to pup when I turn my back.

I did start cleaning last night. Unfortunately I couldn't clean for long because Mickey, who sleeps in my office, stared at me with his puppy dog eyes and sighed a lot, which was his way of saying "why are you in my room at night with the light on, making noise?" So, I turned in.

Spent all day today outside doing yard work. The office, unfortunately, is still there. No Magic Cleaning Pixies graced me with a visit.