Who the heck do I think I am?

Cleaned out the area under the sink and moved the liquor to the pantry closet (I have some Jack Daniels. Who knew?).

Broke down about half the boxes and moved the other half to the back room, either because they're too much of a pain to un-box or they still have packing peanuts / air things in them.

I'll shut my bedroom door in the morning. The counters aren't cleaned off because I have dirty dishes, though I could move those to the stove, I guess. But the drainer is empty and I can move that out of the way, too, which leaves just the butcher block.

The table's still a mess, but that's marginal. I had picked up the front room a little, so that's okay. I'll straighten up the bathroom a tiny bit.

People do this all the time. Breathing.