Bring Out Your Dead

Ugh. My head hurts. I spent all of yesterday cleaning out the corpses of four moves — college, NYC, Sarasota and Australia. I’ve filled Five black garbage bags of items to go to Goodwill and four black garbage bags of trash. And I’m not even a third done.

Diversion enough, I think. That, and lobster tail. I think Sailor Boy and I are going to have a board-game-marathon New Year. With champagne. And prime rib.

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