Tilting at windmills

Quixotic definitely fits my mood as I return to the chaos known as my back attic, determined to fill bag after bag with plain papers before the recycling pickup in the morning!

It's not too late to save holyoutlaw from winning the recycling contest -- just post your best guess of how many bags I'll fill from the attic gleaning. I'm back to the mid-'80s, and am thoroughly enjoying the trip down memory lane even if I can't say the same for the dust that accompanies it.