I'm trying to get my room organized. My room is the upstairs bedroom in my parents' house, where the apartment is now. I'm trying to work, perhaps on a computer, while listening to headphones connected to a VCR on the floor, but the cords are too short and restrict my movement. The VCR (which has a CD player in it) is plugged in all the way across the room, on the opposite wall, so I move it and plug it into an outlet just to left of the window. It's plugged in using a strange fiddle-shaped adapter, which appears to be unnecessary, so moving the plug results in a spare. I wonder where I should put it, and the obvious place seems to be on the windowsill, an idea that is validated by the fact that there is already one sitting there that is apparently another spare.

There is a computer table (the grey one I use in my studio) in the corner, but it doesn't have a computer on it, just some junk. There is a TV or monitor on the shelf against the wall, piled with other stuff. There's another shelf near the window, and on it are boots, all stood side by side, from my current adult side back to tiny children's ones. I'm not sure I need all those any more.

At some point, Timmy's hair is falling out, like he's molting for the summer. I pull out several handfuls of it around his rump, leaving him with just a layer of short fuzz. It looks sort of funny, but I'll get a brush and do the whole dog, and then he'll look good.