The guest room closet has been cleared and the contents packed and loaded into the car for donation tomorrow.

I had second thoughts about a few things: a fully lined woollen skirt (hard to get these days); a somewhat beat-up hunting-style jacket with six (count ‘em — six!) pockets; a greenish tweed jacket; Edmund’s civilian evening suit. I find it much harder to part with winter clothes that fit me even more-or-less — that woollen skirt will require a thick shirt if I don’t want the zipper floating around to the front (or back).

And I find that I don’t actually want to let go of any more of Edmund’s stuff. Not sure why.