All Things Profane and Sacred

I'm not dead yet. Just . . .Procrastinating. And tossing and sorting and packing and tearing bits of memorabilia out of my shakey hands. So I'm good.

I know, I'm a bit of a packrat. I may not have a maze of newspapers and receipts and etc stacked up around the house, but I do have way too much shit that I don't need, but feel vaguely guilty throwing away.