Scary, isn't it? I told James that he should do a portrait of me in my chair, with just the top of my head showing above the piles of stuff. Wherever I go I seem to create a midden - there's a pile of books beside the bed, interleaved with crossword puzzles and odd bits of paper with important (at the time) thoughts scrawled on them. The area around my computer is the same, only more so. And the kitchen table has been officially declared a disaster zone.
We live in an earthquake zone here on the west coast. I have a feeling the big one could happen and my house wouldn't look a lot different.
Oh well, first things first. Have to finish the codex piece, it's getting close.