I worked on filing stuff and throwing stuff away. I went through two boxes from the bedroom. I made a huge mess. It’s still messy but I’m out of energy.
Sleepy. Ming’s gone out to the langar. We were running errands and suddenly he remembered he told a friend he’d go, tonight.
My problems are papers, old letters I can’t stand to throw away for whatever reason, old zines I don’t know what to do with, postcards, stationery, and even stickers–I don’t buy them, but people send them to me sometimes. Stamps. Newsletters from other organizations. Art people sent me or that I made, a little. Envelopes, used or new.
Then there’s the books. I declared a moratorium on buying books a while back. Then somehow it ended. Now I need to redeclare it.