Charity begins at home.

I spent a couple of hours this morning cleaning out the closet in what will be the baby's room. Admittedly, a lot of the stuff in there is stuff I just thought was too good to throw out. I've reevaluated that thinking. I'm not a hoarder. I'm the kind of person who'll throw some crap out to buy new crap. My problem really stemmed from the fact that I had a lot of my childhood stuffed animals and whatnot stored in that closet. I have a crate of my favorite late uncle's books in there and some writing supplies.

I'm proud to announce that half of the contents of the closet are now prepared to be picked up by the charity of my choice on Wednesday...as well as some clothes, purses and shoes I'll never wear again. I'm going to arrange to have the county library take the books, and half the stuffed animals are going out to charity.

Purging feels good.