If you live like me you have more stuff than you realize or than you need. And I thought I was doing a pretty good job of keeping it minimal. When you're forced to categorize your existence the piles of crap seem pretty insurmountable, and I'm only working on my desk area. Even if you're pretty OK with tossing stuff it takes a long time. There are books and papers and software and trinkets and photos and documents that I haven't looked at in years. Some of it means something, most of it doesn't. The cleaning crew is gone for the day, so here I am sitting alone in the house; it's acrid and it makes your eyes burn a little. Maybe that's just me tearing up a little because this is a pretty fucking depressing endeavor.
I will stop whining now and shred some more old documents that haven't seen the light of day in years. Now they never will again, thankfully.
Wow, that sucks! Good luck with the recovery.
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