Intellectually, I know what to do when I’m faced by a seemingly insurmountable task: take it step by step. Emotionally, it’s not so easy. I’ve been sick these past few weeks (feeling better now, thank you), and our basement just took a big, slobbery hit from Irene. We’ve cleared out the wet bookshelves and desk and a cleaning crew’s dealt with the carpet. The sofa is next on the list, as is gradually lugging everything out to the trash and continuing to wash/salvage what we can. Unfortunately, the house still stinks like a dirty dishrag, and I’m still thinking of Beckett:
Grain upon grain, one by one, and one day, suddenly, there’s a heap, a little heap, the impossible heap.