There is a part of a task that is like the B-roll of an editor's work day. It's not anything important, you feed it in when there's a space that needs taking up, it's an easy task and usually taken up by some fancy shot of a mountain or a bird or the view outside of a window or perhaps someone just scrubbing the floor.
The B-roll moments in life are what happens during that montage scene. We don't even amount to B-roll in these moments. We are the cut-away, the strip of film lost forever in a bin or given off to some ecstatic fan, glad to own the unwanted moments of another person's dream.
What I'm getting at is that I'm in one of those moments, but it's getting ruined by sunny feelings and the comfort of a good book.
It's strange... Feeling glad about some little action just because you are in a positive place, and even if you have a thousand more things to do.
The Boy and I are in that moment of unpacking that you've reached 'unpacked' days ago but not everything has a place. Mainly because you haven't been able to buy that one piece of furniture (i.e. the bookshelf) that keeps almost all of your personal effects at bay. Yes, we abandoned all but the books and the beasts, because neither are something you can purchase without fully adopting them.
I feel like everything is crying out to me that it wants to fit in to its own little place but IKEA is a 30$ cab drive away.
*sigh*
First world problems, as they would say.
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