I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't get back to sleep again because I had an idea for a blog post that I kept thinking and thinking about. Of course, I didn't write any of it down at 3:30 a.m. and now I'm sitting here trying to remember what I thought was so important that I needed to blog about it.
The process of decluttering my house continues. Here's the bookshelf in the long hall, in mid-declutter. I have since gotten things rearranged on that shelf so that now it only holds part of my collection of vintage mystery novels. I've also gotten the coats in this picture put away, now that it's August, of course.