Two days into the renewed purging. If I can do a
little each day, it will get done—whatever
that means. Yesterday I spent no more than ten minutes getting rid of
cookbooks. There is more room on the shelf, and
I am free from household
obligations for the rest of the day. I’ve kept enough books to lift something
different out of the oven and onto the table every day, even if I live to be my
mother's age of one hundred one.
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