I’ve hit a wall.

I walked into the sunroom where half of our crap is waiting for us to go through it and I walked right back out. I can’t face it today. Plus, the drive from Alabama killed my back and I’m in all kinds of pain. Like, there’s a scowl permanently etched on my face right now. It’s not pretty.

So when I walk into the sunroom, I just get angry. Is it bad that I wish I could just snap my fingers and it would all be done? Aside from a few boxes, I don’t even really remember what’s there. Which says a lot about how much I don’t need whatever is in there.

In the meantime, I’ve decided that I don’t want to mess with listing stuff individually on Craig’sList, so I’m going to try to convince Stephen that we should have a garage sale.

I’m afraid it will be one of several. And I’ll have a donation truck scheduled to arrive right afterwards to cart off whatever doesn’t sell.

I’m thinking that Garage Sale #1 will focus on big stuff, like furniture. Garage Sale #2 will be household items. Garage Sale #3 will be stuff from the garage. And the rest will just get donated as we go.

Speaking of which, this is what got donated most recently:

Not a clue what is in there. I. Don’t. Remember.

Whoops. I just stared at the picture. There’s a Coach leather briefcase under those baskets. I meant to sell that on Ebay. Oh, well. Someone is going to get an amazing bargain or the National Federation of the Blind is going to make some money. I’m not sure what they do with the donations.