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We could not leave for a walk yesterday because my car was being picked up for the tire change. With the kind walking assistant we stayed at the table and book case and picked one case after another from the shelf so that what was inside could be thrown to the bin.
Ha ha surprise surprise. Nothing of the suff could  or should be destroyed. Oh woe. What am I to do.

By the way. What are you guys going to do with your journal after your death?  Or rather, what is being done with or to your journal after your death?