Cleaning out the attic
I keep finding collections of things that I forgot I collected. They are all going to Goodwill. I figure that if I haven’t needed them for the last 16 years, I don’t need them now. I never knew I would be so happy to see empty space.
Of cleaning the attic that is. All the donation stuff is gone. Now to work on the back room and the shed.
More adjustments to the meds. Keeping the depression at bay. I was having trouble sleeping but this latest change seems to have fixed that. Still weird dreams, but they’re not waking me up.