The Great Clear-Out also continues. There has been a kitchen purge. If we haven’t used it since we moved in, it is gone. Don’t tell T.R., but I snuck some unused items out of his room. While this is a violation of the rule about getting rid of other people’s stuff, I justify it by the following specious arguments: he will never notice and he refuses to talk about the very concept.
As a result of the actions described above, I believe, I have begun a new short story. This is exciting because I rarely feel the need to write short stories. Also because it feels like it is coming along well. Reality check, of course, in a few weeks when I bring it to writers’ group, but for now: happiness.