I am still using an abbreviated form of the ritual; I'm casting a circle and lighting a candle, but I don't seem to need the beverage anymore. If I get stuck, though, I'll bring that back in.
First pass, Thursday night
Second pass, Saturday night. What you don't see is the three trashbags of paper I threw out (or shredded and threw out) from the file cabinet. It may give you some idea of how long it's been since I looked in there if I tell you it contained my last two Arizona tax returns -- and I moved to Tennessee in 1990.
The wire basket of yarn and stuff goes in the rack in the corner, that I can't get to yet.
Crossposted to http://flylady.livejournal.com/1040383.html