Gained empty space. It is odd, the mental games one plays when cleaning up these messes, or at a minimum shuffling stuff around. It really, for me, is an open space. Momentary and eventually permanent. Empty it. Clean it. But, then damn it you fill it again to make room elsewhere. You do have to get rid of stuff.
It is dry out. The driveway has been swept up several times, yet there remains a stench from years of enclosure. It is an odd combination of rot, death, hell I don’t know what. It takes your breath away. The more I sweep, the more I gag. Odd. I have been around death a lot in my life. Yet this smell is powerfully off putting. Nonetheless, floor space gained in kitchen. Maybe time to call on another drop box.