Keeping My Stuffy Nose To The Grindstone...

"Life is denied by lack of attention, whether it be to cleaning windows or trying to write a masterpiece."

Nadia Boulanger

Sunday after my back started to feel better, I went into a sneezing attack Sunday night.  I woke up Monday with a sore throat.  I made a doctor appointment for Tuesday and Mr. Clean (my husband), got me some Sudafed, 120mg after my oldest daughter instructed me what to get.  I went from feeling like my head was full of cotton candy to being able to breathe.

My throat is red, but not sore.  My doctor is not sure if it is a virus or bacteria.  He gave me a prescription for Amoxicillin to fill if I feel worse...

I spent the day shredding and have filled a yard size, black, trash bag.  I am gathering everything for the tax man and I wade through my office on my purging spree.  The only other location in our house which is as bad as our office, is the garage.  I always take on the worst jobs first...

I am keeping my nose to the grindstone...determined to make progress...which keeps me away from my computer, unfortunately...

Got A Hitch In My Get-A-Long During THE BIG PURGE OF 2011...

To borrow the term from a good friend who purged her life last year, I am beginning our BIG PURGE this year.  In the process of going through my books (which is traumatic in itself) I pinched something (Sciatic nerve?) in my right butt cheek.  Hurts like %#@&*!!!

After two days of lying around in agony, today, hubby and I ventured out to run some errands... I wore two ICY HOT PATCHES one on my lower back, one on my right butt cheek and a back brace around my middle.  I also swallowed a huge Motrin 800... so far, so good.

I may pop in here and there to blog, but I have a huge under taking before me.  My hubby (Mr. Clean) is going to assist me.  He has always traveled very light, so the opportunity to "un-load" a lot of "stuff" has him highly motivated.  I suppose, in putting up with my "organized clutter" is a testament to how much he loves me....

I asked him not to call my stuff "crap" and to be patient with me.  As I write this, I wonder if asking for his help was a smart idea...this could be potentially very regrettable.  If I turn my back he may toss out with zero regard...then again, maybe it is better his way...

Obviously, I have emotional and sentimental attachments to most of my "stuff"... yet, now, I want, I yearn to have a simpler life with less stuff.  I have discussed this goal on my blog before...so I need to just shut up and get it done.  If I am not blogging as often, you now know why...