Close . . .

What a day . . . my cousin, ME, arrived at 9, and we worked like mad. So much stuff out - and not just from the office - the guest room closet, the hall closet, even some stuff from the basement.
The guest room is still staging a lot of stuff, and I'm just too tired to go in there and take another photo. There is a LOT of yarn . . .

Even though the Salvation Army store is not open on Sundays, there is usually someone there accepting donations. We left the house around 2 or 2:30, and headed over there, unloaded, went to Wendy's because we were starving, and then went to Target, where I got three Rubbermaid Roughnecks for yarn (this is bothersome. I'm going to pull everything out of the second armoire (the one in the guest room) and see if I can't get more stuff in there . . . And then a quick stop at Office Depot for magazine holders and a new tray for my desk drawer.
I'm wiped. My heels were really tired and sore by the time we left Office Depot. I took an anti-inflammatory as soon as I got home. We got back around 5, and ME took her leave. I've spent the last three hours putting stuff back together in here. I'm pretty damn close. I would like to sort the filing and get that taken care of, but I think it's going to wait for another day. However, there is still plenty to keep me busy - you should see the pile to shred . . .
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