Wednesday night: I’ve gotten rid of one box and found a box of wall clocks and framed pictures that never got unpacked when we moved in May 2004. The clocks need new batteries, but I nine years is a little much to expect from a poor little AA battery. And I have to look up how to clean this stuff up:
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I know I am. Okay, it’s not so much that I’m up for a challenge as I have to get rid of a bunch of stuff to restore my sanity. For the first time in a long time, all my belongings are in one place. Unfortunately, that place is a 1,000-ish square foot apartment and I have 800-ish square feet of boxes. I’ve managed to cram most of them into what is supposed to be my bedroom. Which is why I’m sleeping in the living room. With the remainder of the boxes.
One corner of what’s supposed to be my bedroom