In between doing about a bazillion things today:

I managed to box up most of the living room, plus some of the kitchen. Lord, where did I accumulate all of these mementos [Brewer bobble heads, Qatari soda cans, framed pictures of Harrison Ford, three months of Puerto Rican sea combed gems, pieces of Grandma's kryptonite, etc]? And why is it so hard to put these random objects away indefinitely?

I also found a two-year-old jar of bacon grease [not mine] and a seven-month-old tupperware of roast beef stew [mine] on TOP of the fridge. Ew, ew, and ew.

Who knows what's under my bed. YIKES.