That sounds beautiful! And cheese doesn't walk, it runs.
Yay new drugs.
Organized my hats, finally, so there are all the berets (winter) on the big Eiffel tower, all the bucket hats (summer) in the closet, all the other hats (rain, boat, etc) sorted by type and either displayed on the antler hatrack or away in the closet. Found all the hats I'd wondered where they were, and a few I'd forgotten I owned, and even put a few in the Go to thrift store pile.
Got through the mound I'd amassed in the studio, finding art I'd forgotten I'd acquired on my travels, presents I've forgotten to give people and now that I think of it, fuck'm, they're trumpians, ha, will redistribute anyway. And bags and piles to the thrift stores, woot.
Next is the clean clothes, which did get folded but haven't been put away...