There’s a fine line between Debut Collection and debt collection, but enough said about that.

The days of rain behind kept fighting the sun ahead all day. It would have been officially glorious, except there was ice in the wind and it was up over 20 mph for a long stretch.

Tomorrow should be a day of glory. Perhaps feeble glory, but … we’ll see.

I stayed inside again and while I did continue to watch too much junk (still on season one of the Lone Ranger), something inside me decided to at least partly break the trance of paralysis and make my rooms a better place.

The bedroom, the bathroom, the kitchen, the storage spots are all in perfect order.

There is only The Pile left to address. It’s pretty much the same pile I’ve been struggling to master for years, but it’s so very small now, and, ah, Operationally Encircled as they are so fond of saying in the current war.

I just measured it for you and it’s taking up 20 square feet. Everything else is organized to a high state of minimalist polish. Everything, at least, that is present with me here in San Vicente. The Sand Rock house is a whole different story. My goal is to make This Pile small enough to fit in an average sized box before March 15th when I can’t stay here any longer, and then to use the seed of that box to remake my life all over again up there, taking a scythe to those weeds, and aiming for the same state of polish for them as well.

It’s probably a job that will never really be done.

But I’m doing it.