Saturday night I realized what the puddles meant... it was spring. Now, spring is not usually an "ohmygosh" issue, but I had boxes in the garage that I still hadn't dealt with, and were in danger of flooding!
Sunday I brought those boxes in to the basement (there were five), and finally got around to washing out the rubbermaid containers that a friend gave me. The containers were from my friend's aunt's place and smelled kind of like old lady, plus they had some dust and crud in them. However, the price (free) was right!
Now to deal with those last boxes and the junk on flat surfaces, and I'll be all settled in. It'll sure be nice to have a tidy room again, but the last stuff is always what takes the longest. (Which is inevitably why I leave it for last.)