I just filled another fairly large bag of garbage and carried it out to the curb. This one was full of stuff from the bedroom--the stuff of my life from parts of the last 60 years! Clothes, a favorite brown plaid wool shirt, for example, underwear and socks. I'm hauling my life to the curb. Garbage has become the measure of my days. How many bags can I fill and carry to the garage or curb? I get less filled on horribly hot days, less filled on days that follow insomniac nights (like last night), less filled on days I visit my mother or shop or take a break to do laundry. I suppose I should feel lightened and exhilerated, but instead, I just feel depressed and sad. It is nice though, when a new spot becomes empty. It's just so slow.