Every other year about this time I do something I suspect other people do more frequently: I clean out my house. It usually happens when things start getting in the way between my family and me, like yesterday I had trouble finding my father in our living room.
So this morning I decided to call off what I was supposed to do, rolled up my sleeves and worked on my room. To be fair, my bedroom is checked on once a week, but it’s just the usual dusting & sweeping stuff.
What I did today was moving all my things out to the garage and then selecting what was worth keeping (my bed, for instance) and what wasn’t. I sort of like doing it because it means running across items I deemed lost. Like this nice, old When in Rome CD, found this morning behind my dresser.