I finally cleared the sofa of the loitering finished projects — the two pairs of socks that need to be photographed and turned into PDFs, the doofy hat that I knocked out last week, the spare pair of booties for when the next co-worker announces she’s knocked up — and put them in a drawer in the coffee table, for want of a better place to stash them. I figure, if I have them downstairs, I’m more likely to remember that they’re there and are in need of photographing and PDFing and posting.
On the other hand, out of sight is out of mind.
Maybe I’d better get that drawer cedar lined.