Satisfaction

I made a mess today, and I have to say that it felt good. Yesterday I bought an exercise bike (used), which arrived this morning. I think it must've grown overnight, because it appears substantially larger in our living room than it did in the bedroom of the people from whom we bought it.

In order to make room for the bike I displaced a hundred oversize children's books (atlases, science encyclopedias, The Roman News, a compendium of Rube Goldberg Inventions and the like), and a file cabinet. It will take a while to find new homes, either here or elsewhere, for those things. So the sofas and the floor are now scattered with piles that I have created.

I know I'm going to regret the mess. But there's a certain satisfaction in being the prime mover instead of the prime remover. For a time.