I was moving some furniture today because I figured I could start using some of the space I gained back after the carpet was put into the “other” bedroom. The closet door and shelves need to be put back in and the attic access doors need to be installed and I probably need to get some matching paint and touch up some of the messes myself.

So I know better than to move furniture without my shoes on, but I usually don’t wear shoes upstairs. Because of that, I smashed the crap out out of my toe on a hand truck. I put shoes on afterwards and that’s when I figured out that my toe was bleeding, as it did for the rest of the day. I can’t remember when I took the shoes back off, but I did end up dropping a remote control and a ramune bottle on the same foot later in the day. Ramune bottle thick, heavy green glass, by the way. If you think I should have more sense, it’s likely you don’t know me very well.

In any case, I moved my computer and some files up to the bedroom, and ended up spending a whole lot more time shredding my dad’s old financial papers from the 90’s. Really exciting work, let me tell you. I kept some of it, which my sister and I may or may not ever look at (stuff like his backache diary) but the various tax records are now in little confetti-like piece. My shredder sure fills up the recycle bin quickly.