old connections

8:30pm and sorting out storage space in the house with Mrs theWeir.

After a fun day at work (preceded by some daft-but-fun solo cyclo-commuting racing) home time was dinner around the table, bed time and then sorting of things.

Despite having moved house less than three years ago, there is a need to reevaluate the use of space with the impending babyWeir.

I came across old artwork and recordings. And a shoebox full of old CDs I was going to use to line a wall in my recording studio. Not anymore.

Consolation, giving, recycling and a little landfilling.

It's quite therapeutic. The giving especially.