Some days.

Some days it seems like I am a clutter-reducing machine.  I have focus, I have drive, I have faith it will all get done.

Some days...it feels like it's all on me and there is no hope.

Some days all I can do is tread water and prevent too much backsliding.

Today is one of those days....but not the first one.

I did get Andrew to start attacking the Wall-O-Paper.  He's made better progress on it than I would have, I think, and has already filled at least one bag of recycling.

Magazines must all go.

I have a love/hate relationship with paper bags.

I just want to get rid of everything, until I start going through it and then I'm not sure what to get rid of and what to keep.

I unpacked the rest of the groceries and cleaned off the counter.  There was a "natural disaster" and/or "biohazard" from some tomatoes.  Why?  Because apparently I can't even manage to keep tomatoes from rotting on my counter.  I need a little dose of hope.

Corinna