More sifting and sorting and I have met my target. My sewing studio no longer looks as if it is getting tricked out for a garage sale. I love “tidy.” The cistern closets have been put back together. It makes sense that two older folks such as Dennis and me wouldn’t need to put anything on the floor for storage . . . for now. In part there was no way I wanted to take a chance of just in case there may be a spot that would like to cure a bit more. I had socks on when I put the shelves back on the wall brackets and there were no indications of socks wanting to stick to the floors. At supper Dennis commented how good it felt to be able to navigate the basement and not wiggle through isles of stuff. Yes, Dennis . . . our basement is back to normal . . . again. Dennis’ comment alluded to the fact that we have thought that many, many times. Hey, if we don’t try to keep our little homestead up to snuff one item at a time, it could be overwhelming. I don’t do overwhelming well.