I’m cleaning out my closet today. Out with the old stuff—things I haven’t worn in more than a year—and in with absolutely nothing. And since I failed to do this task last year, or the year before, the number of shirts and jeans I own and never wear is embarrassing. Still, I’ve had to slap my hand a time or two to keep from reaching back into the donation pile to return an item to the closet.
Later today I’m attending a memoir writing class at a local library. Maybe my memoirs will include a chapter on why I feel the need to possess so many striped blouses from Talbots.
This evening Studly Doright and I plan to watch NCAA basketball. This year’s men’s tournament has been great so far—especially since the Kansas Jayhawks are still in contention.
Okay, I’ve stalled long enough. Back to the closet for me. Thanks for the break.