- I have a lot of books.
- They are heavy.
- My back will make me pay for this later.
- My husband just called to say he's going to drop in to pick something up. Dilemma. Drop everything and get semi-nude. Or go like mad and surprise him with my progress. Seeing as my nose won't stop dripping, and he is in the middle of his workday, and, oh yeah, I'm trying to accomplish something here, I'm going to keep at it. Sheesh.
We have a little bungalow. It's kind of cute. Unless you see inside the cupboards or the basement. Scary! Yes, we have it all. Baby stuff (we want another one); sentimental stuff; stuff we bought but haven't used (photo albums); stuff that might fit some day; worst of all, stuff to do (photo albums). De-clutter the house, de-clutter the mind. That's the plan. This is the diary.
Wednesday, 14 March 2012
Coming clean: Slow
A few comments mid-way, because de-cluttering is lonely work and writing, or should I say bitching, is more fun:
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