I have to clean all of my rooms tomorrow. Well, not have to, but should do so. I am the collector of things. Especially books. And of aaall other things I find interesting, important, or possibly useful in the future. That means I need a new bookshelf (I have no more room for it, don´t mind) and more shelving (again lack of room).
I need them for one reason - for last few days I ´ve been sleeping on my couch (very comfortable one, must say) because my bed is full of books, schoolbooks, papers, photographs, photo albums waiting for those photographs, some clothes, CDs, and some other quite petty stuff. I´ve started to be lazy to put it down every night before going to bed, so...but the couch is really fine. I like it.
And I love my chaos, I always know where everything is, but, you know, there is a point of no return of getting lost in the middle of your own mess. I am not there yet, but it is coming closer and closer...
I find one very uncomfortable news. In Austria, in the city of Fehring, one charwoman died during cleaning at one school. According to police, the woman was cleaning the floors while the wire of the cleaning machine looped around her neck and strangled her. Police also said that it was "tragic accident and a group of hapless factors", and "there is no doubt that is was just an accident". The cleaning machine is under the technical check now...
I have to be nice to the machines I have at home. Hoovering smilingly, ironing cheerfully... You know, you cannot be too careful...:-)