I know I'll feel better when the Stuff is gone. It's figuring out which Stuff goes, and how to get rid of it, and dredging up the spoons to carry out that plan, that slays my good intentions every time.

I have a pile of stuff to sell, and I've had this pile waiting to be eBayed for years, and I just can't bring myself to face it. But if I just get rid of it, I'll be thinking of all the money I let go.

I suppose I should pick up all the bras off the floor. Suspecting Sunday won't be as productive as I'd hoped. Excited to see Karen, but man, I'm in a tizzy now.

I hope having a guest will make for a good if unproductive weekend, sarameg.

Have moved inside for the s'mores and Supernatural portion of the evening (my coals are basically out, I'd have to build a fire to toast marshmallows on the patio and I am not up for that right now). Nice sunset, lovely full moon.

It's figuring out which Stuff goes, and how to get rid of it, and dredging up the spoons to carry out that plan, that slays my good intentions every time.

I can organize the hell out of the stuff, but then it has to be transported to the various places. Not all the thrift places do pickups, and those that do will only pick up big stuff, not three boxes of random junk.

edit: I'm doing a batch for eBay right now, tough. That $100+ in PayPal is incentive.

I managed to get the dishwasher emptied before dinner was delivered.

I am hoping that's not the only thing I do this weekend, but I have a bad feeling about that part.

Well, good job!

I had to pull grass out of my cat's butt. I didn't think he'd eaten that much.

That is a chore my cat's have, thus far, spared me. For which I am duly grateful.

He's asleep soundly, I'm still grossed out.

I am very glad my cats don't get outside much.