I haven't started to purge the bathroom yet. I will. But, just the thought of getting rid of one, filthy, soap spatter and dust covered Clinique soap dish, containing possibly the dried up remains of a Clinique soap bar that has to be at least a decade old, gave me the worst grief burst that I've had in a long time. I had a pang using up the various bottles of body wash, which Gloria had not used in at least eight years, earlier, but nothing like this. I was howling out loud in the shower, and, even as I am dictating this, I am breaking down occasionally, and Gboard is giving up and quitting. Repeatedly.
Yeah, that was a bad one.
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