miles of piles

I am looking at my floor.
Floor?
I can't see my floor.

Filing. Piling. Filing. Piling. WHERE IS MY FLOOR???

I have been having way too much fun these days. Seminars. Plays. Art shows. Meetings. Hikes. Dance classes. Dates. (Yes, the JDate thing has improved mightily since my last post about it.) BUT, due to my flitting around, my favorite place, my studio, has turned into a nag. "Pick me up! Put me away! File me! Put ME away!" "No, ME FIRST!" "Noooo, MEEEEE first." "Me me me me MEEEEE!" "No, Laurel, OVER HERE!!!!"

What to do first?
Run off to Figaro for ANOTHER first date.

Hee hee.