Her gaze fell upon the untidy stack of magazines on the floor. They’d been there for what… six, nine months now? A reminder of her miserable shortcomings as a household manager. For a moment, she contemplated taking the entire stack out with the trash tonight. She probably wouldn’t know what she was missing, after all. Is the serendipity of actually needing the information in that magazine clipping, remembering that you have it, and knowing how to locate it really worth the time, effort, and headaches of reading through them all to find such potentially useful information to then categorize and organize? She knew the answer, and yet could not manage to respond appropriately. And so she, again, swallowed the feelings of guilt and inadequacy that tended to swell when allowing herself to think on such things, and turned away.

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