I waded into my son's closet and pulled out one of two stacking bins and redistributed the contents. Some to bookshelves, some to the other bin in the closet, some to the trash, and some to the donation bin. I'll pack up a few items and send them to him soon via a relative who will be visiting during a bucket-list road trip.

The bin is now washed out and ready for more craft cloth. I don't expect it to be holding this for long, I need to move forward with the projects this fabric is intended for. But I needed a way to contain a stash of materials as I work with them.

It will be no surprise to anyone that I'm listening to a full day of testimony in the Senate hearings to do with Kavanaugh and Dr. Blasey Ford. I think this will open the floodgates as far as sexual assault victims telling their stories, because the difference between the Anita Hill and the Christine Ford testimony is that Hill was battered and abused by the hearing itself; even though the GOP is hosting this meeting also, they realized they couldn't behave like they did in 1991. Victims may be able to begin the talking cure if they've kept it bottled up. I have radios on around the house so I can do this work and not miss a word.