I cannot get anything done.
My kitchen is a mess.
My office is a mess.
My library is a mess.
I literally cannot force myself to get anything done. Started, yes. Done? No. I totally lose interest and steam. About all I manage is my physical therapy. And I cry, oh, about 5 hours a day. I must be depressed.
My front room is still piled with boxes and boxes of stuff we took with us (to sell on ebay) from the coffee shop.
Ebay is not the “easy and fun ” way to make money. You do however, get to meet extremely picky and difficult people you are not related to.
Maybe I’ll strip my bed and vacuum upstairs. That sounds like fun.