The burden of good health weighs heavily upon my mind as I ponder the immensity and unqualified negligence directed to this task. Poor health qualified as a justified excuse for many months in reasoning that this goal could not progress forward quite as rapidly as I should have hoped… however circumstances are no longer so uncongenial. Granted, I have no legitimate excuse for procrastination, no defense for inactivity and no justification for not ticking this goal off as complete by the end of March – I am bound by all morals and instinctive disciplines to ‘face the music.’

In the past week I have made some nominal measures to ensure forward progress. The long awaited sort and dispatch of old linen can now be deemed complete, St Vinnies have been the grateful recipients of many a garbage bag full of clothing as well as obliging friends and other beneficiaries who have profited from my ruthless wardrobe clean out. There are however many more tasks and items yet to be subjected to merciless exoneration and so my task this week and the week following continues to address and conquer my domestic calamity.