I brought a bunch of storage bins home from storage so I can start going through stuff and getting rid of what I really don’t need – stuff that’s been in storage – that I moved without sorting. I was about to begin the sorting process before I moved – I already had emptied out my storage unit down there and put all my stuff in the garage.
So now my place is a mess again, but I’m repacking stuff better, getting rid of old card board boxes, and making piles of stuff to lose. In the bottom of a box I found a dog collar, possibly from one of our previous goldens. It’s on the counter now serving as motivation, but it’s working better than I expected. I had another dog dream last night. I don’t remember where I was, or who I was with, but there was an adult golden there, well established part of someone’s family, and there was a 6 month old puppy, who was very content in my lap. The mind is a cruel thing sometimes.