c'est un désastre extraordinaire

I began the process of clearing out my garage room—which contains all of my worldly possessions—with a light heart, thinking that I didn't really own that much and that it really wouldn't take me all that long. I am now thoroughly discouraged. *sigh* I suppose I have to discipline myself to working on it at least an hour a day. A bit at a time is how I should get the job done, but Kevin seems to think I'll be scurrying about at the last minute...probably true. *sigh*