The inherent instability of working night shift aside, I've been pretty busy straightening up my life by straightening up my usual environment. Therapy cleaning, if you will.
To avoid recapping the last couple of years, after my mom died I shipped a large number of shipping crates of stuff (paperwork, research, data storage, and a large volume of family pictures dating back several decades). All of that stuff had to go somewhere, so much of it was stacked up in my office, where I spend much of my time because I work from home these days. Now and then in the interve nning years, I unpacked the shipping crates, cleaned some stuff out, found some unlikely places to store some things, but ultimately repacked them into more sturdy storage bins. It didn't actually solve the problem, it just moved it around a little. This meant that, for the last few years my office (which has usable floor space of about 9 feet by 9 feet ) was down quite a bit of floor space. Cramped is one way to put it. Claustrophobic is another. Frustrating, because I had to pull most of the stuff on the floor out of the way just to clean or run the vacuum is another.
A few weeks back my family got a good deal on a storage unit so I decided to take all of the stuff that had piled up in my office, put it into smaller storage crates , throw in a handful or two of silica gel packets, and then shrink wrap them. The large bins (which, even when partially full are too heavy to move in any reasonable way) are going to be donated. The smaller bins are now in the storage locket. While this seems like it didn't accomplish much (the phrase "rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic" definitely went through my head a few times) I now have room to actually do things. Before I didn't have enough floor space (even using the room under my desk after pushing my office chair into the hallway) to even go through a single package of photographs to deduplicate them . After getting stuff put into storage I now have quite a bit more room for this task.
Incidentally, it's also given me the room to clean some more stuff out, put a few (okay, a lot) of things away properly, and sort through stuff. I was able to take some of the stuff out of my server rack, install another set of drawers, and take a couple of armloads of stuff that had been either sitting on the floor for the last few years or on top of shipping crates and put them away. I've also been able to take rather a lot of documents that have piled up, lay them out, scan and archive them, and destroy them at long last. My robot (I built a robot a few years back, I just never got around to writing about it, mostly because I have yet to write remote control software) now has a home of his own in a Pelican case that fits under my desk, where the toolchest used to be. I have just a few more things to put away properly (if anybody has ideas for storing a couple of scarves, hats, and gloves that I don't wear very often because I live in California, I'm all ears), a carpet to sweep, and maybe a few more things to throw out or donate to Goodwill.
Since I started working on this post, a few more developments have occurred. I've been put back on day shift at work so I've been rolling my sleep schedule back to where it was before. It's a bit disorienting to go backwards, I'll admit, but it seems to be going well. I've also been trying to get out and get some sunlight and fresh air (shock! gasp!) when I can, if only because my mental health seems to require it. It's one thing to be an introvert (which I am), but introverts can and do get lonely. Even occasional human contact (like seeing other people) matters on some level; seeing other people, going to people-related places, watching people-related environments counts. I can't speak for everyone but not getting that was starting to do not good things to my mental health.
I even have a couple of other things to write about, which I'm kind of pleased by. But that's for another time.