It is totally out of character for me to want to clean and sort. Yet here it 5:30 in the morning (and mornings don't even exist as far as I am concerned) and I am sorting through 15 years of teaching papers. Basically, I am throwing my life for the past decade and a half - or a bit more - away. It is a very odd feeling, considering the amount of sweat and tears that went into the accumulation of so much stuff. I've only just started and am dying to finish, but the amount of stuff I dispose of is limited to the number of times my poor joints allow me to go up and down the stairs. But moving into a place with no stairs to hamper my movement is the prize at the end of the exercise. Don't know why, but I can't sort in situ (sorry, couldn't get the italics to work). Everything must be dragged into my bedroom to be gone through. I found the library card I lost many years ago!