emotional work

I've been going through boxes looking for an important document that I think I know where it was at my old place, but I have no idea where it is now.  Well, I have an idea: it's in a box.  But which box?  I went through some old ones and threw away a metric ton of letters from an ex-friend.  It's bittersweet to let them go.

Today we got lots of expired, cooked brown rice at a food giveaway at the nearby church.  We got applesauce in squeezable pouches too.  It has cinnamon in it.  And some bread, and a green bell pepper.