Most big stuff is out. My storage room is empty and packed up. Some things have been given away. A few have been acquired. Lots of boxes moved. Lots more boxes to move. About three-fourths of the smalls have been boxed and wrapped.
Questions of the moment:
Lordy, where did all this stuff come from?
What is that?
Did I buy that?
How much did I pay for that?
That's still here?
What was I thinking?
Do I want to keep this?
I really thought this would sell?
Why didn't someone buy this?
Am I crazy?
Why is Blogger's spell checker treating the first paragraph of this post like one big, long misspelled word?
I am becoming cautiously optimistic that I just might survive this madness. I've been over there every day since, well, forever ago at 10-ish. I decided to go in at noon today and get a little more sleep. Sweet, sweet sleep.
I am about half convinced that other vendors are sneaking stuff into my pile so they won't have to move it themselves.