The disaster area that is my side of the attic is getting worse by the week. I pull things out of the closet and knee-walls and then shove everything back in. Two weeks ago, I started cleaning out my file cabinet and today tossed an extra-large grocery bag full of papers and folders into the recycle bin. Of course, I had to look at each paper because I didn’t want to throw papers with my SSN into the bin and need to burn those papers instead (we don’t own a shredder).
Today I spent several hours trying to fix a refurbished Chromebook whose battery wouldn’t keep a charge. Nothing I did worked, and I wasted all that time on something that I probably won’t use anyway.
The horror aspect is that if I am lucky I have maybe twenty good years left and I’m wasting every weekend playing hide and seek with all my shit. Help!
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