Paper

I look tired and a bit psychotic here because I definitely was both.  You would be too if you had the daunting task of handling every single paper in your home. Some are burned to a ruffled stack of brittle charred layers, like a pile of overcooked pillsburry flaky layer biscuits. 

Others only have blackened edges. 

All of them stink so bad that just bringing imone bin indoors made my moms entire house smell like she had the oven self cleaning feature on. 

We found trash bags with our bank routing numbers, as cards, kids birth certificates, 20 years of paycheck stubs, medical documents, old checks and new blank checks all piled up next to the dumpster. Like it’s no problem to just bag and discard these things in a trash bin, vs properly destroying them via shredder or burn bin.  So boss Lady is trying to make a dent in the piles and sort out things to photo copy, things to reorder, and things to take a digital photo of to upload to the blog later. I am wrapped in a towel because everything leaves a thick trail of black on it.  After 5 hours of sorting, I don’t feel like I made enough progress to call it “success” but it’s a start.  And now I’m just avoiding what I should be working on (the contents claim) by catching up on blog posts instead.