I’m waiting for a call back from the local county government. So, what would you do? I decided to tackle the filing.

The papers of the last two and half years that had piled up in the inbox.

So three-four hours later, I came away with the amazement of how much had really changed over the time. I tend to think that every week, every year blurs when you’re not in work mode, but no, things happen and the inbox is a great way of reminding yourself of that. It’s not a bad way of filing actually. The papers are all sorted chronologically.

I found a bittersweet letter from a good friend’s lawyer of her death. I found notes from my former bank, then of the bank that replaced them. Notes from Verizon about changes in my home Internet, then the phone. Notes about a sibling’s passing, a long list of his friends, and other stuff to file in his notebook.

I put back some items into the inbox that didn’t have homes but were important to me this round of discarding. I put two years of Christmas notes and cards from friends into manila envelopes and filed them. I saved one letter to reply too after 8 months. There was a cartoon from my mother’s newsletter from Stanford about what journalism was like in 1945.

But still no call back. Grrh. Maybe now time to sort laundry.