I shall not be dissuaded

I'm moving. This means, of course, packing. And to do this effectively I need to sort through and throw out stuff I am not planning on moving with me. The idea is to get rid of stuff so I don't have too much to pack.

It's simple. Get rid of stuff so I carry less stuff with me. It's practically become my new mantra.

And yet I'm practically giddy over the idea of going on Wednesday afternoon to a local home furnishings store because I saw in their sales circular for this week a collection of Santa Clauses that I simply must have. Oh yeah, I'm going to look for new lamps and a new sofa while I'm there but that's definitely secondary activity compared to me adding groovy new Santas to my beloved collection. I don't even know where I'm going to display them but screw it - I'm buying them. The rest is merely a minor detail.

And if it gets a little cramped in the boxes then I'll just have to throw some more stuff out. Like...oh...I dunno. Some PC games of B's.

Shhhhh! He'll never miss 'em.