After waking up, I looked around, noticed I had a lot of things lying on my floor, stacked on my dresser, and shoved under my bed (not intentionally, just as a result of being on my floor near my bed while I stumble about in the dark), and I decided to do something about it.
Even made my bed.
And I had no ulterior motive.
In the process of cleaning I managed to find nothing of interest.
I have this idea of cleaning that involves unearthing fascinating relics and marveling at how they could have been so thoughtlessly lost in the piles of useless notes, old plastic-bags, and lightly-worn blue jeans. My fruitless search for interesting miscellany left me disheartened.
So I tightened the handles on my dresser drawers.
Later, I stole some rocks (from nature) and put them in my mother's front-garden.
Today is a typical day in my life.
It is my understanding that some people I know have been put in charge of things; I don't know how I feel about this.