So I start by reorganizing.
And then I find a trinket from long ago which reminds me that I'd gotten it in my head that I needed to get my house in order way back when.
Like I needed a reminder of some damned broken relationship, I find an ex-girlfriend's necklace.
You know, it hadn't even occurred to me to so much as think of your triflin' ass for the past couple of years. And here I find some of your bullshit junk jewelry among my belongings.
And I find myself really, really angry all of a sudden.
Reminds me of another time I thought I'd get my house in order.
Guess I have learned to tolerate a lot more mess than I'd thought.