Kidding myself

Yesterday I had a blitz in our coat cupboard which stores, not coats, but boxes and on completion I had umpteen boxes which went into the 44 gallon drum which serves as our incinerator. I put a match to them this morning and after breakfast went down stairs to storage cupboards opposite the stitching cave, took a deep breath and attacked a large cupboard which holds completed quilts, batting offcuts and supply and countless cushion inners for my cushion projects...plus sundry extras of one kind or another. It took me the remainder of the morning , but that cupboard is now tidy also.
My theory is that I can feel mildly noble whilst trying to relieve my family by reducing the post mortem tasks from totally overwhelming to simply huge 
; ))
One cupboard at a time...