The closet filing cabinet contents compressed into 3/4 of the bottom drawer once everything else was thinned or culled, some moved already to another cabinet file. There is a 14" deep bin for recycling that is now full to the brim with pages (that weren't going in the shredder beside it) and a second kitchen trash bag is half full with shreds. Next I'm pulling file contents to package and send to the kids. I haven't done more than peruse the contents of the two drawers of the legal width cabinet—wading through those death and divorce records comes last.

The drawers have provided a trip down memory lane, with doctors visits, kids' activities, my activities, kid art, cartoons and articles saved because they spoke to me. Many of them still do.

My 17-year-old laser printer seems to have died. Perhaps it knows the windfall is within the next couple of months—the devices are lining up to fail.