Feeling whole...

The basement is about 80% of the way back, I am proud to say.

There's something in my character that prevents my mental comfort when my physical surroundings are disorderly. I have a compulsive need to put things away "where they belong," to organize them, and to tidy them up.

When I do that, my mind is at ease and I can attack the larger issues, but until that happens, I have an extra layer of tension.

Now that the basement is on the path to recovery and most importantly, the Man Cave is fully operational, I am turning my attention to the big tasks I enjoy.

OCD? Maybe. Type A? Definitely.