Yesterday I got a bee in my bonnet to finish everything about the great closet-cleaning-out extravaganza we've been engaged in since discovering our plumbing leak back in April. And don't think for one minute that we would have been motivated to do any of this were it not for the plumbing leak. We've been accumulating stuff for decades, despite our insistence that we were going to get on the cleaning-out bandwagon. As it turns out, disasters are good motivators.
So there were more boxes to take to Goodwill, and then we drove across town to take my two custom-built classical guitars to a music store that will sell them on consignment. I've had them listed on Craig's List and eBay with nary a nibble, but plenty of spam. While across the river, we dropped off a few things with Matthew, including a ukulele, an album of his senior pictures, and his baby book. And that's the last of it. (Dusts off hands and then raises fists in victory.)
It was another warm day. The kitties were outside for a while, but then came in and melted across various surfaces like so much tiger butter. Smitty was especially droopy.