From the "a fact that is only of interest to me" dept.

I can now see the floor of my home office.

The blur of many long work days followed by hectic and eventful weekends has seen me regress into a fetal position on top of the papers on the floor of my cave.

You see, I live a clever double life at work; my friend/colleague Steve used to suggest I was a psychopath due to the organised nature of my cubicle at work.

As organised as my cubicle sometimes/usually is, my home office is the ying to my cubicle's yang.

Until now!

(Not quite true; I can see floor, but there's still a bit of sorting to do...)