when the pandemic started i was kinda excited about all the 'at home' possibilities.  all the old fashion family fun and projects that we were going to take on.  that's also because the original plan was this was only going to be for 2 weeks...maybe 2 months.  remember that?  I sure feel like a naïve dingbat thinking back to those days. after the truth of the dire situation set in (2 years? and counting) i have now been living on a constant diet of anxiety and potato chips.  one thing that has always served me well when i am feeling powerless is to clean and declutter.  it's something that costs nothing but time and the results are a better high than crack...well, so i think.  crackhead declutters out there may need to give me their expert opinion having experience in both realms. for the first 3 months i was hot on it.  i weeded the entire yard, decluttered and deep cleaned my 1964 airsteam travel trailer, decluttered/organized the shed. the fam and i had little dinners and lunches on the deck, we played all of our favorite board games, watched 10 years of family home movies. then as the summer heat kicked in and bad news in the world and in my personal life kept piling on I reduced my self down to only activities that required breathing.  I was still able to handle doing that.

 over the past year i haven't taken on very many projects involving decluttering or cleaning even though i know deep deep in my frazzled brain i know it is the treatment for what ails me.