Actually, it looks to me like I haven't done anything at all. This would easily pass for Regular Mess.
The dog is feeling much less meditative than he looks here.
He expresses his discomfiture by following me into each room,
then standing in the doorway, completely obstructing it and looking mournful as I go to walk out again.
I am trying hard not to kill him.
Meanwhile packing, the studio in particular, is painstaking and laborious,
But slowly coming together.
Because I could tell that you were all just dying to know.