Instead of building the fire after work, before heading to Kara's for dinner, I waited until I got home to build it. That was a mistake. So cold!
My internet acquaintance Tie sent me a link to a woman's photographic walk-through of her mother's house. Her mother is a hoarder, a person surrounded by boxes, and it sent me into a bit of a panic. My house is full of boxes, the vacuum is sitting in the middle of the stairs, there are piles of stuff all over.
So tonight's task is to go through the red rubbermaid container right next to me and throw out the garbage, put things where they should go, and calm the heck down.
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