Warning: Dirty word ahead.
I have been...busy these last few weeks. I said it: busy.
(I know busy is such a controversial word now. And I get that I'm choosing this life and this work and so on. But man...)
I feel like I've just been treading water to keep up with life. I don't like this feeling. It makes me restless. It makes me want to pick up and go and not look back. I've never actually done this, but the feeling is one I often struggle with. I'm guessing other people feel this way too - there are too many people in the world for me to be the only person to feel any certain way.
So, busy and no giving things away. But I made up for it this weekend...by continuing to ridiculously slowly sort through my books and get rid of all the ones I'm not sure why I bought/acquired in the first place.
(I didn't notice until just now how shiny that vocabulary book turned out...)
Also out the door: cat accessories. Our cats refuse to be pampered. Neither have ever been super interested in cat toys. And neither have ever been really interested in the cat condo/scratcher or the cat bed/cubby (the top thing) below.
I guess if a spot on the bed or couch or a random blanket on the floor is good enough for them, it's good enough for me.