We all know of spring cleaning, and this isn't what I am talking about (just a coincidence spring is rapidly approaching me).

No I am dealing with all the fun of being transgender (wait did she just say she was having ....fun???). I was being sarcastic of course hehe.

My life is simply too 'full' of mental clutter, emotional clutter, lifestyle clutter, hobby clutter, I just can't think straight any more.

I am like so many in that I like games.

And like so many, I seem to have more games than can be intelligently played.

I have begun the harsh process of prunning. Deleted oodles of PS3 games on my drive this morning and recently. Ya know, free has it's limits. Schlock is schlock. That. and I am not 15 I'm 50, and my eyes are simply not up to the challenge of fast moving imagery any more. It's not even relevant to tell me how awesome some games are and how cool some game machines are, if I can't actually play the games myself. GW2 was a dumb waste of my money. I should have bought a model. Dragon Age PS3 was a dumb use of money, I should have bought a model. Countless PS3 games dumb to even pretend I needed them. Oodles of bucks on wargames, and the day is not long enough to pretend I really have the time or energy for these things.

But you know how it is, you have these things and you want these things and the moment you can't actually enjoy these things, they just sit on your mind like a heavy weight. You think on them, maybe obsess on them. I don't have so much energy though I can do this any longer. I have more pressing serious concerns I am not devoting myself to. I don't need a PS4 damn it, I need a good wig maybe.

I have a very real sea of digital books, but, come on Lesley, you have a massive collection of real books.
I am not sure how badly I need my digital doodads. Games on them? Oh come on. Web browser? I chat too much at home already. What's wrong with carrying a book like the old days?

I have clutter in my life that I think has become actually toxic to my health. So busy fretting over it, I have lost the needed energy to spend time with actual genuine hobbies of substance.

I don't actually need Google, I already have a real library.
I don't need Amazon actually, I have too many real books already.

If it wasn't for the internet being a better provider of TV I couldn't justify keeping it. It's a large conduit of clutter if it is anything.
I'd be ok getting in my social fix while drinking my hot chocolate at Tim Horton's and not pay for the net costs.

Spent the day with mom, she was suffering a severe case of 'missing dad'. He passed away in 2007, but some things will make that feel like yesterday.
I still can't talk about dad in some situations without starting to cry.

Got in some nice baking, made my feet hurt in the process.

I think I am going to stake a claim on some of my mom's apartment where I can store a table, and make a point of getting in some no internet access location time and work on a model there or just enjoy some activity like a craft such as cross stitching and give mom the option to enjoy another body in the room without a fuss being required.

I find, if I can NOT actually be incapable of I can't avoid the damned thing. It's of course annoying in that way.