Feeling a bit on the guilty side because I'm not roofing, or wiring, or plumbing, or yard-mowing, or branch-trimming, or moving my washing machine and dryer down to the basement, or un-burying the north end of my front porch so I can get at that big propane heater to move IT down to the basement ... among a hundred other 'major things I ought to be taking care of right this minute' ...
All I've been doing is sorting and filing my clothes on this not-so-fine day.
It seems a little lazy compared to the rest of it.
HOWEVER ...
I look at the divisions and have to smile.
The OUT pile is twice the size of the KEEP pile.
I have been RUTHLESS, I tell you. RUTHLESS.
I have had NO business keeping three times as many clothes as I have the space to store them.
Do I need an entire dresser full of sweaters?
No.
I do not.
OUT they go, most of them.
And onward I go.
The trash pick-up guys are gonna faint.
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