well, maybe it's just me. I've got a pack rat gene I inherited from my mom, I swear. My dad certainly had no bones about throwing stuff away, especially if it wasn't his. Today I was emptying out plastic storage containers to reuse them for packing to move. One container had the box set cartons for Eric Clapton's Crossroads, Led Zeppelin's first box set, Muddy Water's box set and Robert Johnson's box set. Beautifully done boxes, nice slick booklets. And I probably haven't looked at them in 30 years. It was slightly bittersweet to toss all that stuff into the recycling cart but dayum, I just can't bring myself to schlep them to wherever else I end up living in the not so distant future. I've been doing a lot of that kind of unburdening lately. I wish it felt more liberating than it does. I suppose if I were wanting to leave here and move to a place I desired more, it would feel better.