when i woke up for real, doc was already up. we made coffee and he talked to me about i don't know what. i was listening, i was just half asleep and i forgot. he left for work a half an hour early, again, i don't remember why.
he's taking my clothes to goodwill tomorrow, and i'm really glad. each day that bag sits here, it gets harder to let go of what's in it. but i want a clean break and most of those clothes are connected to memories i'd rather not have anymore. i've been watching too many hoarding shows and i just want to purge and he is resistant to that. we got into a tiff yesterday in the kitchen because he saves empty jars with lids. and i went digging on a shelf for something and found jars. and i wanted him to get rid of them, this shelf is dangerously overcrowded and we don't have room for them. i eventually let it go and he eventually took one of the jars off the shelf and threw it into a recycling bag. i don't want to be a bitch about it, but i can't take this clutter anymore. we will be happier people without it, and the move will be a lot easier.