That means I have to get stuff picked up and put away today so the house won’t look like we never clean. We do, but things stack up, aren’t put away.
The breakfast room table was piled with … things. We’ve had breakfast there maybe three times in four years, so the table is a good place to just pile stuff.
The dining room table has two bankers’ boxes full of consumer fraud forms and supporting documents, 70-something forms and 300+ documents stapled to the forms. Instructions say not to submit originals, but I don’t want the originals, nor can I afford to copy 300+ documents.
With those boxes are two other boxes of fraud letters not attached to forms. Going through lies and intimidation, my mind reached a point of “I can’t do this any more.”
And on the office floor are: several small plastic trash cans I used to sort the fraud letters; two green metal cans of 400 rounds each .30-caliber ball ammunition in bandoliers for M1 Garand; a large plastic/rubber box holding several hundred rounds of various calibers, .22, .32, .38, 9mm, .45 ACP, 7.62mm NATO and probably several more; a laptop that got virused when I downloaded Adobe Flash – that’s about it.