She's long, dark and mysterious. That's the storage closet in our bathroom. Linens. Medical. Personal care. Holds it all. But what we regularly use is only on the front edge of the shelf. The shelf is 22" deep, so there is a large dark mysterious space behind what we use, that hasn't seen daylight for many years. I think it's time to clean it all up and pitch stuff that's expired or that we won't use again.
I set up a folding table next to the cabinet and attacked. Shelf by shelf. I found stuff that we couldn't remember. Some of the expiration dates were obscene. The process was slow but rewarding. I ended up with quite a stack to go to the trash or the county haz-mat dump site. As I sat there the drugs talked to me. They wanted to be sketched, and it seemed like the thing to do. So I set there for a while and sketched. This was just plain fun to draw! Now they are all gathered up and sitting in the garage, in a box of CF burnt bulbs and batteries and photo developing chemicals. Now we just need to figure what day of the month we can take it all in to the county dump. That may take another 20 years.