after dropping j3 off at the airport last night.

instead, i did this:


and this:


because sometimes it’s just easier to bring order to the chaos of physical space

than to bring order to the chaos of emotional space.




p.s. i have the best husband: he sifted through the 2532 screwdrivers that had found their way into my space; he decided which ones i might really need/use one day; then he adopted the rest. but most especially, i thank him for leaving my 3 hammers alone.