Another semi-calm corner carved out of the chaos.  You know, you think you have a handle on one's cr*p and then you move again and realize, no, you really do have way too much stuff.  I mean, where did that airplane sleep mask come from?  What do I do with it?  Stuff it in a drawer with all the other sleep masks because it'll be useful...  Argh.

Naboo discovered the sun room today.  Happy boy.  Zzzz.