Last night I finally went through this box of stuff that I've been stockpiling. I would just throw stuff in it-- mail, misc. things found on my desk any time I cleaned it, stories I printed out, intending to read-- DAMN! Was that a task going through it all.

Separated it into three new piles--stuff I must deal with NOW; stuff that has to do with my writing that I must deal with NOW; and stuff that can packed into a box and stamped: CAN DEAL WITH IN VERMONT;-)