A curious thing is happening. I have been putting the lion's share of my life's accumulation of "stuff" into plastic storage boxes lately, and this strange behavior isn't showing any signs of stopping. I don't know if this is some kind of suddenly activated pack-rat instinct, or the fact that the house is on the market, but I am boxing like Joe Louis. I figure it will make the move easier, and allows me an opportunity to filter out all the crap I can possibly throw away or sell now, instead of at the future (as yet to be determined) new house.Whenever I look at anything in the house now, I just automatically go into thinking about what shape of box it would fit in. As a bonus, I am getting really knowledgeable about the inventory of aisle 16 at Target.
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