I've been getting something done every day for a month now. 29 days ago, my admittedly germaphobic brother stopped by on his way to VA from GA. I was expecting him to totally freak out about the state of my housekeeping. When he didn't do that, it somehow encouraged me to tackle the clutter. Another thing that had an effect was the death of my neighbor Blake, because the last time that my house was presentable enough that I wasn't embarrassed to have guests, in June 2013, it was because Blake and his friend Sally, along with my sister Jean, had done the work.
I genuinely thought that once again, clutter had gotten the best of me and that I wasn't going to be able to get things straightened out on my own, but surprised myself. I've taken about 9 or 10 carfuls of stuff to the convenience center since then, and although my place is still a wreck, everything is comparative... the wreckage gets more and more manageable with each hour, or even part of an hour, that I spend cleaning up. The more elbow room that gets created inside my house, the easier it gets to create more elbow room.
One other thing that greatly helps is that 6 weeks ago my doctor wrote me a prescription for meloxicam. The degree to which it makes me able to move without great pain is nothing but a blessing, IMO.
I told y'all not long ago that I'd decided to do something about my teeth. Cliffnotes version of the long story: on Tuesday I received a new full denture for my upper jaw, and the fit is incredibly good. I've had a full upper denture previously but never had one that fit so well. This denture works better than I even thought was possible, beyond my greatest expectations. It's a game changer.