It may be a further effect of this ban on multi-tasking that my mind is suddenly a whole lot quieter. And in a shocking and abrupt shift, I've become physically unable, for even a minute, to accept the clutter of decades. Pictures are coming down off the walls, furniture is on the block (as in 'executioner's block'). Looking at YOU unpainted wooden bookcase (on the left) that doesn't make it to the ceiling.
Do you have any idea of how long I've wanted to deal with this claustrophobic situation? That it's all happening without much of a plan, effortlessly, like a snake shedding a skin it's outgrown astonishes me. And it proves to me without a doubt that the physical world is indeed a manifestation of thought and feeling.