You know, for the most part, I'm a pretty easy going gal (keep quiet, Miles). There are just certain standards that I refuse to abandon...like a clean living environment. My persistence—Miles tries to call it stubbornness, but that seems too much like obstinacy, and my descriptor should sound nobler than that...

Where was I? Oh, yes. My persistence came out to play today, and Miles' [world renowned] stubbornness tried to spar; in the end, his wandered off meek and humiliated. You just don't mess with someone in a [ruthless] cleaning mood.

Of course, the office will remain forever messy, but this is where Miles spends 80% of his time, so it's to be expected. I figure if I can just contain the disorder, I'll still come out on top. Unfortunately Miles has that instinctive I-need-to-mark-my-territory trait, and I find bits and pieces of his debris everywhere. Oh well, he keeps it interesting! Nothing should be too easy, after all.

Oh! The upstairs was in an animated flurry this morning! The bookshelves scurried from the office to the bedroom. It was quite the event. The washing machine stopped in the middle of its cycle to cheer 'em on, and the bed gave a hearty welcome. We have a very friendly upstairs.

Why the need to change bookshelf locations, you ask? The bookshelves settled here because these guys moved into town and needed a place to sleep. Oh, yeah, and eventually Jason will have a desk there. Unless we decide to make him sit on the rug all day...but that just seems cruel.

Who knows what kind of diseases those wild paper bits and vagrant cables carry? No, no. Best to keep him up and off the floor!