A couple days ago I had enough energy to do some cleaning in the basement. Oh that dark hole in the ground that I almost never enter for various reasons. It holds many things; some of which include my memories in print as well as items. The reason for the clean out; I figured it would be easier if I separated my husbands belongings in one area of the basement, and mine in another. That way we could much more easily access what we wanted.This kind of cleaning and reorganizing is bittersweet. I am the spouse who doesn’t just like but needs order. Everything has a place and when something is not in that place my anxiety rises. I don’t do well in anything remotely resembling chaos when it comes to possessions. So, in walking down the steps to our dungeon I knew it may be hard in some ways but when it was all said and done, I’d be happy. I’d feel a burden lift. And lifting it certainly did; but in ways I didn’t expect. ...