The plan was to go through all these boxes. I was going to consolidate, toss, recycle, whatever was indicated by the contents therein. That was the plan. Of course plans change. Continually. And here I am with some unexpected time to deal with this flood of memories. What to do, what to do?
Given that we are leaving the country for a month in a few weeks action must be taken. No dilly dallying around my friends. So where will everything go? Back in the closet I'm afraid. Reorganized of course. Everything will make so much more sense. Little lies I tell myself.
No matter. The time and opportunity have presented themselves and being the responsible citizen that I am I shall take immediate action. After a late breakfast of course. Then there is the need to shower and dress...all necessary of course. Then there is the bed to make and the boxes stacked in the bedroom.
Pray for me my brothers and sisters.
