13,520 Days Alive
9 Days Till Wheels Up
3 Trashbags Worth of Stuff Purged
I’m exhausted so this will be brief.
I got my art supplies down to one tote except for my card making supplies. That might be a box of stuff, what I can’t easily replace, at least.
I went through all my old papers. I had a lot of random stuff collected over the years. I still had old papers from college and manuscripts/short stories from when I went to the writer’s group where I first met Chelé.
I still need to judiciously edit the amount of clothing I own. A challenge for this weekend, I guess. I need to plan outfits that can mix and match. Not just random pieces I occasionally throw together.
Anyway, there’s a meeting tomorrow morning for what will happen when I leave. I hope the hole left by my exit will be one swiftly filled by a qualified candidate.
I’m less worried than I was, but still emotionally wrung out from this past weekend.
I’m for bed.
Take your meds, folks.