A Productive Day (bp coyle)

7 am

Today’s the day. I’m doing this! Up bright and early, already had coffee. I’m getting this place sorted out and looking nice.

I’ve kinda let everything go over the past few years, since the accident. I don’t clean as much as I should, I hang onto things I probably don’t need. I guess I’ve become a bit of a hoarder. But I’m sick of not having enough any space to move.

I’m going to start with the newspapers…

8 pm

I read through all of the papers, no idea they went back so far. A lot of interesting stuff there, so obviously I couldn’t throw any of them away. Then I sorted through all of my shelves and cupboards and drawers. I found some great stuff I had totally forgotten about. I did throw away an old chipped mug with no handle that been sitting on the mantelpiece for decades. So that’s great, I feel like I’ve had a very productive day.

3 am

Okay that’s better. I took the mug out of the trash and put it back where it belongs. The shaking has stopped and I think I might be able to sleep now.