After reading that posting about clutter, I attacked the desk, and went from three feet of paperwork to only 3 inches of filing. And most of that is just sorting out syllabi and graded papers for temporary storing (until I know whether I have to substantiate my grades for a particular graduate school).
I do like getting rid of stuff. I just wish I had the balls to go at the stuff with sword and flame. And sometimes, like today, I have these elaborate fantasies about walls of built-in cupboards in the studio, or hundreds of wee drawers in a cabinet along the hallway. Taking a woodworking class only makes these a bit closer to possible.
