I took a day off yesterday. Among my tasks was throwing old papers into the box from which they will head to the recycling can. I shredded papers too.

And good morning.

Then some of them stew in a cocktail designed to ferment outside. Some go in the war against clay. Most will go where needed. It's a sad and cruel afterlife for old papers.

It will still take time but be oh so satisfying…🤣

but I have been known to spend the better part of a week de-cluttering paper. I can't believe how much enters our house every day.

I look at it every day, then find other things to do. Some of it is important but there is always tomorrow. OH wait, tomorrow is out, it is my volunteer day. Friday will be my target day.
Maybe it is my age. Years ago this would never happen. Now I just ignore it.

But then I get started and finish a bit but there are boxes of papers. I need to go through each to make sure they’re not important. I have always been obsessed with keeping up but a death in the family and my health issues interrupted that.