My dining room table is completely covered in whosists and whatsists…papers, books, binders, gift bags, carpet samples, glue tubes, tea tins…even a live cat! I just can’t take it anymore! Especially since this is where I write in the evening, the “blue room” having been commandeered during the remodel.
So tonight I am cleaning the dining room table. The writer in me is ecstatic about this. Need I say more?