What? There's a Table There?

Amazingly, there is now actually nothing on top of my dining room table.

Admittedly, a certain amount of the junk that was there just got relocated to either the desk in the study nook or into the box of shame, but a surprising amount actually got put away where it belongs (or thrown away in the case of things like expired coupons). I even found (and tossed) yet another mysterious note to myself that I'm sure was very meaningful at the time. But, now, I have no idea why I wrote down "Departed No Country."

I might actually make enough progress over the next week or so to coe back from vacation to relative order.