Having just cleaned out my parents final home, I was reminded of a great philsopher:
Every increased possession loads us with a new weariness.
I psyched up for yet another purge. Organizing, donating, reducing, simplifying my worldly goods.
For example, how many pairs of socks do you think I need for the rest of my life?
Should I hang on to all the singletons β just in case the other somehow shows up later? π
… NEXT β Underwear.
UPDATE. Here’s my 1st load of donations for the Sally Ann.

