I got to thinking on it and I realize that while my house isn't full of clutter, my mind appears to be. Sometimes, I find myself exhausted, not by physical exertion, but from thinking. Or more specifically, over thinking. My mind can be a very crowded place. Pieces of stories, bits of worry, smidgens of sweet-fuck-all floating around unchecked haven't left a lot of room for peace and quiet. I lay down at night and find myself unable to fall asleep for an hour due to swirling, circular thoughts.
All this detritus also doesn't make for a very focused and functional life. But, I'm working on it. I'm going to keep on trying to clean out my head to try and find a bit of space, a bit of breathing room.
I've also been a bit remiss in my Man Candy duties. And, for that I'm truly sorry.