Several days ago, I was all excited avout the vast amounts of storage space I would have at the end of this project. Now, not so much. While I have removed great mountains of cruft from the unfinished side attic, the condition of that stuff gave me serious pause. Everything was covered in a thick layer of Evil Black Dust, and largely ruined. I wouldn't store anything in there unless it was very well boxed up, in a box I didn't care about. And I am cutting way back on owning stuff which I don't have (and want) easy access to, so not much, if anything, is going to be suitable for packing into that space.
I think, in addition to overwork, I ended up inhaling too much of the EBD, which probably contributed to the day-and-a-half of being exhausted and feeling ill. On the plus side, it gave me time to realize that I don't actually have to *completely* empty the side attic. If the space is not going to get used in future, then I don't need to clear it out (I've already cleared all the interior walls for electrician access). I may do a bit more work there, just out of curiosity about what's in the last cluttered corner, but I don't *need* to, which is a burden lessened.
I was recovered by Labor Day, and spent much of it laboring. In addition to getting cruft to the comics store, I helped kestrell
with her space, and got a lot more done on the front room. Many bags of garbage generated. I declined to throw out my Atari 2600, though, which I hadn't even realized was at the bottom of that pile :-) I'm about 80% of the way through the cleaning phase in that space, and have exposed the first few walls that the electricians will want access to.
Spending so much time immersed in the possessions of my past has led to strange dreams, in which my past and present merge strangely. I had a nightmare about how I was going to continue to support my family while only working as a clerical temp, even though I've been out of that 'career' path since before I had a family to support.
In another dream, I was visiting my extended family (who, in the dream, lived in the old house in Worcester, not Niagra Falls). I was, unlike real life, really friendly and on good terms with them all. It felt sort of like the relationship I have with my 'adopted' family of cvirtue
, and the twins. All of which left me feeling quite peculiar on waking.