Detritus.


With my new shredder, I have cleaned out two huge file cabinet drawers' worth of old paperwork. Three bags are out at the curb already; another is half-full in the machine. All this grinding up has only made me remember more clearly all the mess those papers reveal.

More mess, more revelation: I am packing so early because it's easier to pack than to do my work. Nothing for it but to do better tomorrow, strange though it seems to ration one's preparations to move.