August 18 — Frenzy
My stuff carpets the hardwood basement floor. Piles of articles I intend to reference again at some point, booklets of passwords and warranties and manuals, boxes of books, papers I need but never want to look at again. Most of this will end up jammed in a car tomorrow. The rest will hopefully find a home in an attic down the street. I run from the bedroom to the living room to the kitchen to the bedroom. Grabbing an item here and there and consolidating, always consolidating, figuring out what I’ll really need (yet inevitably clinging to more than what I’ll really need). I’m prepared for about five times as much free time as I’ll realistically have — about par for the course.