Can't mod today. The fam has come to evict years of packrattus. It's only now, hours after they arrived, that I have had the chance to sit and type anything about it because I also need the nebuliser.
I've been throwing out a lot of stuff I spent a lot of money on, but turned out to be useless. There's also been a huge amount of technoscrattle unearthed from the packrattus of ages.
My back hurts. My feet hurt. I'm almost certain I'm making up things to be mad about against Beloved and most of it is directly related to stuff I was keeping for emotional baggage reasons.
Most of the emotional baggage being, "But we spent a lot of money on this..."
I have to breathe. I have to let go of a lot of baggage. I have to remind myself that a lot of this expensive shit is also Beloved's expensive shit. And we're still throwing it out.
Gotta make the space for four people and a cat.
God knows what we'll wind up doing with my jewellery SABLE.
Might end up sorting it all for a Yard Sard. Or a Yale Sale. Or a Yale Sard. IDEFK at this point.
I'm just so tired and depressed.
If there's no story today, you know why. Twofer when-the-fuck-ever.