Friends, I'm not going to lie...my house is jacked up. Big time. Almost every room is in disarray. There are very few spots that still retain vestiges of their (somewhat) normal state. Audrey's room, the kitchen, the dining room and the guest room are still pretty much ok, but the rest of the house, well...not so much.
I'm a visual person and a nester. I just am, always have been. Puttering around my house, tweaking things, setting them right, making little arrangements -- this is my hobby, my therapy, my refuge. So needless to say, I'm feeling a little unmoored of late.
As a coping strategy, I'm trying to focus on the wee spots of normalcy. Sort of like a woman in labor that fixates on a single object while she's breathing through a contraction (only without the mind-bending pain). Ok that might have been a stretch. See told you...unmoored.
Herewith some of the spots I'm taking refuge in. Let's call them the "spots of sanity", cool?