Why do people get so worked up about Friday, the 13th? I believe Monday, the 13th, especially the Monday after Daylight Saving Time begins, is much more sinister. Once again, it was dark as I drove to work … in the snow. Mother Nature decided winter isn’t finished after all. I went home for lunch, grabbed my camera and got a few pics. Will the flowers still bloom? The forecast predicts a low of 16 tomorrow night! 
Coplin Road as I was returning to work: 
The Kaskaskia River looking ruggedly handsome.
Are you curious how the closet cleaning and organizing from Saturday’s Coffee and Marie Kondo went? Did it “spark joy” or fizzle out? Take a peek:
I think I most enjoy the Marie Kondo folding/storage method. Look at that drawer of sweatshirts! Instead of laying them flat and wearing the top few or having to root through the top layer to get to the ones on bottom, they are folded so they will stand up in the drawer. You can see them all at a glance! I also did it with my socks. I could probably get hooked on this!
It was not a “fun” day, but it felt wonderfully productive. I realized this is a life-style. Look it over – if it doesn’t serve a worthwhile purpose or spark joy – get rid of it! I still have a long way to go because I want to carry this over into other areas of my home. Pig-Farmer returns home today from his weekend trip … we’ll see if he makes the cut! 😉
The final conclusion is that clearing the clutter will definitely make life easier. I am a clutter-bug; organized in my own way, but hang on to stuff just in case. A helpful quote for me to keep in mind is:
I would much rather have time, energy and space for adventures and experiences. If this helps me feel I have more time for those experiences …. then it will be well worth the work I put into it now. Like I said, it will have to become a lifestyle and a thought-changing process to not put aside so much to deal with later.
Let me know your thoughts, tips, advice, “issues” in the Comments!
Oh, in full-disclosure, I am allowing myself a “grace” pile, as well. I like that term better than what I initially called it: The 10-lb Club. 
