You’d think with all the things I keep dropping off my metaphorical plate, I’d want less work and not more.

But I’m going stir crazy.

For one, I have too much stuff. I’m not a cluttered person AT ALL and yet I’m still have things lying around that I haven’t used and probably won’t ever make use of, so why am I hanging on to them?

And once I’m done with thinning out my possessions, I want to rearrange a little. Change up the rabbits’ pen, reorganize my desk, that sort of thing.

It’s way too early for the spring cleaning bug to kick in. I’m weird, I know.