Don't Know Why I Fight It
My most productive hours are in the morning, and I really should take advantage of the fact that I'm often up very, very early in the morning, instead of laying there hoping to fall back to sleep. The last two mornings, I've gotten my ass out of bed early and prepared for the move. Yesterday morning, I cleaned off the dresser (a more major undertaking than you can probably imagine) and the "junk" drawer, which was also a major undertaking. To wit: I found a letter that I wrote the POB a couple of weeks BEFORE we moved into the apartment (which was in January of '02), when we were living in the un-refinished, gloomy, grimy apartment downstairs from us, which had no heat. Our landlords let us live there for free while they were finishing up the rehab on my place upstairs.
I threw the letter away, mostly because there was an entire item (of 16) devoted to the fact that we drank too much, and that while I wasn't going to ask him to do anything about his drinking, both of us drinking was incendiary, and so I would curtail my own, instead. I actually wrote that I would: "...take one for the team, if you will."
This morning I took 40 minutes or so and packed up 4 boxes of books, one box of which is non-keepers. This particular bookshelf, however, holds the classics, and a number of my favorites, so that isn't representative of what's going vs. what I'm keeping. Further, there are still books on this bookshelf. I have 4 more 6-foot cases after this one, plus a couple of hundred upstairs.
I'm seriously thinking about giving away ALL my clothes and just buying new ones. It might be cheaper than moving them.
