I've spent the last two afternoons cleaning my bedroom which means moving stuff so I can clean and then moving it to a new spot (because I'm trying to improve things) and now every muscle aches. My goal is less clutter but I have too much stuff. I have some stuff to take down to the trash or out to my car for the recycling center tomorrow but there are big "wet paint" signs on all the gates. I guess that means I should take a nap.
I can't talk myself into getting rid of the bicycle even though I haven't been on it in many years. And I moved the keyboard to the closet even though I should just give it away. I don't even know what I did with the power cord. But I like thinking that I might start bike riding or pull out a music book again.
The worst thing though is my books. I love books. I have too many books. Books are heavy and they take up so much space and bookshelves are hard to keep clean. But I love my books.
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