I stress move. Well, stress isn't the right word. It's more of "I've got clutter in my mind and need to move around my physical space to work things out" syndrome.
I laughed at myself this morning when I realized that instead of writing the blog posts I told myself I would I was literally in walking from my dining room to my studio with a bookshelf in tow. And when you move one item, you now have to find something for the blank space it left behind and then it's 4 hours later and you're sitting in the middle of a room that's basically the same as when you started. But now there's a bookshelf. Very relaxing.
So that's what I'm doing.

And Loki is just wishing he was outside on this rainy day instead of inside with me moving all of this stuff two inches to the right.