Bike, unhappy

My lovely bicycle has at last gone to a new home. The woman who bought it was delighted at finding exactly this bike, which was like an old one of hers that had gotten stolen. She was on-time for the pickup and happy that I never lost the spare key. I felt a twinge as she drove away, and I also felt good about having my stuff entirely out of the basement. Nothing down there is solely mine anymore.

That last thing is good, because I'm feeling overwhelmed just by the unit I live in. I spent a random half-hour cleaning up on Monday night, and I don't know how that was possible, given how much I try to tidy over the weekend. Cats are only a part of it. :-/

Work and scaling and burnout continue to be Things. ( Mild whining but nothing very secret )