There is a bureau in here!  I’m going to take a leap and say that anything 75% inside the drawers is clean.  A couple of bags of trash are out in the hall, and I have a shelf out there for the books.  There is a tenuous red path of carpet from the sliver of doorway — the door still won’t open more than about 25% — and the bureau.  I straighten as best I can and actually get the drawers shut.

Digging out at a steady clip I quickly fill another trash bag and find two more loads of laundry.  All those socks that were missing a mate – I am pretty sure I know where the mates were now.  The Denizen of this hell hole takes the four bags of trash down to the trash barrel, and I startle Karen by throwing a load of laundry off the balcony into the room below.  It lands with a satisfying THWACK!

Here’s the thing about teenagers.  They sleep a lot.  They eat a lot.  Then they sleep some more.  So even after a two day break for the holiday I can’t say the Denizen of this room was anxious to get back to our little project.  She got up around lunchtime, then needed time for breakfast, and to get dressed.  Not long after that she asked about lunch.

I had a dream last night that a large machine glided across the room Zamboni-like, and at the end of its sweep changed the name of the room to something that made it more tidy.  I woke up and came to the conclusion that it was just a dream, but then found a much smaller machine, which I could sweep the room with and a new name fell into a tray, declaring it was my daughter's room (the meaning being that the room is clean).

Unfortunately I woke up again...

I've lost track of the days.  But I am becoming disheartened by the new laundry and more bags of trash.  For two days -- not in a row -- we lost sight of the carpet we had fought so hard to uncover.  The other day the Denizen of the Room did a great job on reducing the contents of the toy box from 273.4% full to about 78%.