Molasses

Been trying to go through stuff. Years and years of stuff. My stuff. Gene's stuff. Stuff I brought back from Mom and Dad's house when we sold it. Stuff! Plus all the other stuff mixed in with it from just moving through life being a packrat. Discarding stuff. Deciding what to do with stuff not discarded. It is slow going, like slogging through molasses. Just have to keep reminding myself that it didn't get this way in a day. Back to work now!