I found a box of my stuff in the garage. A box of my writings.

When we were packing at the old house I spent some time going through a few boxes of my old writings. I tossed out about three contractor bags full of my old writings.

I don’t feel like I’m missing anything in throwing those out. I couldn’t remember what I was thinking about, they were so old that the writing was (in my opinion) terrible, and I may or may not have copies of them somewhere on a computer.

So no loss at all.

The things I did keep ended up fitting in a small plastic box.

To ensure that we knew what it was Melissa labeled it as “Musings of a mad man”.

Made me laugh when I came across it the other day. The box now lives in the office.