Today I start working my way through the congestion in my study closet. It's the last concentration of unsorted -- in fact, not even looked at -- boxed-up clutter in the house.

Easiest is the last boxes of Edmund's papers, which have only one destination: the shredder. But first I have to check with the nice lady at the Law Society of Ontario to get permission.

Next come several boxes of miscellaneous office supplies, of which the bulkiest are a stack of three-ring binders, rather a lot of plastic page protectors and a stack of yellow legal pads, all of which can be immediately Freecycled.

That leaves the boxes of photographs and negatives. One is full of commercially prepared slides from museums and historic sites my parents visited back in the day, and I have decided simply to chuck those. The rest ... Dunno yet. I'll think of something.

I must go to Canadian Tire to buy a folding work table that I can move around the house by myself. I have a really good "table, six-foot, folding", but it's in the cellar and too heavy for solo shifting. With enough effort I can move it upstairs, but getting it back down again would be much too dangerous. I've done it once, so I know!