After two days of frantic activity, had a very quiet day today. Kind of had to. I drank a bottle and a half of wine last night. Why? I have no idea. It was there and I drank it.
Despite also having water to drink before going to bed and during the night, I was hungover as hell this morning. Got up at 11 with a massive headache. I wasn’t sick, but did retch a few times. I tried to function, but it just wasn’t going to happen. Instead I went back to bed.
I got up about 3, to find that our son was on the phone to my hubby, it being Father’s Day and all. I did talk to him too, thankfully all’s well with him and his significant other.
Since then I have been going through a load of the papers and notebooks that were on the various bookcases. Picking what to keep and what to throw away. Most of it got thrown out. I had three plastic shopping bags worth of paper, one of cardboard, and one of the wire that binds my preferred style of notebooks. That’s also six magazine racks emptied. Which is a good start on the getting rid of stuff.
When moving around all the bookcase from the hall and landing, I decided it was time to trim the collection. It’s easy to get rid of the my notes, the next step is to rationalise my book collection. That’s going to be harder. I love books, and getting rid of any will hurt. But it’s got to be done, and to quote one book I don’t have “Tomorrow is another day” and this time, I won’t wake up with a hangover.
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