A Writer's Notebook, Two-Thousand-Three-Hundred-And-Eleven

I spent a lot of time to today working on reorganizing and cleaning up some of my space in the house.  I have been pretty bad about that, which is something I have always put on my dyslexia, which is true, but I also have to recognize that I still have to take care of these things.  In many ways, I think it is mostly about the fact that I am often just not aware of disorder and such.  It just doesn't really register in my brain unless I have it pointed out to me, but I know that is something that I can work on, and that if I make a conscious effort to keep on top of it, I can build up that awareness, or at least the habits that could simulate it.

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