I get frustrated by how cluttered this place gets, but I try to remind myself that for Americans, we really don't have all that much stuff we just live in a small one-bedroom apartment with inadequate storage. After my mom died, I had to sort through and dispose of all her stuff, so really I've managed to distill a three-bedroom house plus a solidly-packed one-bedroom apartment into an even smaller one-bedroom. Not bad, considering.
Plus the bird takes up way more space than seems reasonable for a creature of her size. The cats fit in and around the monkeys fine, so long as we make space for their food dishes and the litterbox. The bird, on the other hand, gets a roughly 7'x5' section of the living room just for her cage and the linoleum it stands on. And she still manages to spread feathers and crumbs of bird kibble all over the apartment. It's amazing.
So the most successful approach for us seems to be making the most efficient use of what little space we have. We're still trying to get rid of more stuff, though. Anyone want a home Pilates machine, cheap? It works fine, it just takes up more space than we're willing to continue giving it. Holding on to the motorcycle helmets for now, in hopes of cadging a ride from tongodeon or matrushkaka once spring arrives and the weather gets nice.
And in case spring doesn't get here any quicker as a result of cleaning, I've upped my time in front of the light box to half an hour each morning, which seems to be helping. I'm trying to refrain from kicking myself too hard for not starting to use the light earlier this year, and have instead marked the autumnal equinox on the calendar as "start light box now!"
Winter, bah. Want warmth and light and fresh air and green growing things and blooming plants and birds building nests. Going to go retreat under the down comforter and hope for dreams of Jamaica...