Another semi-calm corner carved out of the chaos. You know, you think you have a handle on one's cr*p and then you move again and realize, no, you really do have way too much stuff. I mean, where did that airplane sleep mask come from? What do I do with it? Stuff it in a drawer with all the other sleep masks because it'll be useful... Argh.
Naboo discovered the sun room today. Happy boy. Zzzz.