A day or two after my parents had left and life started returning to normal, J came to me and said he had realized that there probably wasn't going to be more Disadvent because Advent was over, but, he said rather hopefully, maybe there was going to be Disepiphany? In my family tradition Epiphany is already sort of Disepiphany because it's the day you take down the tree. But Disepiphany is a great word and clearly needed to be celebrated. So for Disepiphany Weekend I went through four shelves of the small miscellaneous-stuff bookcase, and the entire box of unusual objects, and somehow it looks like there's just as much stuff in all of them as before but also there's a whole bunch of stuff in the trash and recycling, so I must be doing something. And I suppose I'll keep doing as much as I can over the weekend, although other J is having a friend overnight and is very concerned that the house look as clean and orderly as possible (which is not very, but at least I can avoid being in the middle of sorting through things).