whitebread

I realized this morning that the move will give me the opportunity to put my life in order, and that I should view it as such, instead of dreading it as was my original plan.
I attacked the box that has been in my closet for a year, harboring such stowaways as old batteries, sandpaper, various small tools, a broken calculator, screws, a needle, a penny…you get the idea.

Maybe this time I’ll actually manage to eliminate everything I don’t need. Well, everything except the cable bags. (Yes I have more than one now)