Farewell, my hunting pinks; farewell, my eminence grise

Not quite all my clothes are vanishing into charity boxes. Not quite - I saved a suit, a Nehru jacket, a couple of pairs of smart jeans - but everything else from the wardrobe. Thing is, a wardrobe is a file-and-forget box, apparently, in my head. There were clothes there I haven't seen for a decade, haven't worn perhaps for twenty years. My salad days, when I was pink in judgement! (I have always had two colours, pink and shades-of-black. Which worked well when I was young, but no mature man needs a pink paisley tie. Or a collection of faded shirts that speak to former conquests. So, yup: all the pink is going. And the grey.)

And today I absolutely have to compile the inventory for the shippers, and fill in all the forms. But I also have to go to the dentist, and I really need to have a serious conversation with the bank and the insurers and and and. And I don't want to, any of that. And I still haven't finished putting books in boxes, and I've barely begun on the archive. And and and.

The rest of the wardrobe may have to wait.

Inventory

Could someone just invent an extra day, to slip it in between Monday and Tuesday? And could they do it quickly...?

Failing that, well. We do what we can.

I have built what I fondly refer to as The Cube: a stack of book-boxes six high, five wide, four deep. It's very neat. Roger did sums, to calculate its weight. We are trying not to think about that.

The tragedy, though, is that now I have to move every box in The Cube. They need to be sealed up and the contents inventoried, every box listed and labelled and numbered. Before first thing tomorrow morning. So far I have shifted about half of them, and my back hurts and my hands hurt, and. Yeah. Like that.

Also, it is dawning on me slowly that this computer? Is meant to be in a box and inventoried and so forth. By tomorrow morning. And then what shall I do? (Why yes, I do have other computers. That's not quite the point.)

Five days. Five more days. I can do this. I can't do everything associated with this, I'm going to leave a hell of a lot of stuff undone that ought to have been done, but still. I'll get there, and the rest we can sort out later.

Also, it'll be a hell of a lot easier when The Cube is gone.