Progress.

Hey! Looka that! I can see my goddamn floor!

SIXBOX has been an absolute pit since shortly before Xmas, when it became little more than the Xmas Staging Area -- discarded packaging, receipts, scraps of gift-wrap everywhere. After Xmas, it was even worse, as the floor itself buckled under the incoming load of presents from the family.

And since I've been a little sick -- I didn't think I was going to get my now-traditional winter cold, but it came -- I haven't had the energy to really do anything about it. I've been kind of half-heartedly picking my way through the rubble for days now, washing a dish or two here, putting away a tchotchke or two there. But now I've made real, visible progress -- I can actually walk a clear path through my living room. Huzzah.

(Don't Ask About The Bedroom.)

All of this cleaning, aside from just simply being necessary for my fragile mental health, is also largely in preparation for handing over the keys to SIXBOX to kespernorth for ten days, so he can watch over home and cat while retcon and treebyleaf and I wend our way south to Disneyland, where we shall surely die.

If you're going to be at Rustycon this weekend, be sure to swing by the dance on Friday night -- Riff's DJing, and you can come say goodbye to us.