I'm covered in dust. I've just spent the last 2 hours going “toss! keep! sell!” in my head. I threw out an amazing amount of paper, and about half my books are going to get stored at my folks' place. I've quite a little pile of stuff that's going to get sold at my sister's next sidewalk sale. All in all, a good feeling… except for the fact that I'll be horking dust for the next two days. Did I mention the dust?
The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck