The decluttering continues. Broken lamps. A scrapbook of newspaper articles about deformed baby chimpanzees and children raised in dungeons. Holographic guitars. Things that only work with obsolete technology. Shoes of babies I’ve never met. Veterinarian records for pets that died decades ago.
Meanwhile, life goes on. I’ve been reading and knitting and baking. We drove GC’s son to Montreal yesterday. We’re going crow-chasing in the east end of Ottawa this afternoon.
But I’m coming up empty in the blogging department.