Hypomania strikes again. Pots, pans, food and dishes are piled high on my kitchen counter. Stop, I said to myself. So I went to my room and put the TV in my closet and packed 6 bags of stuff for Goodwill. This isn't the worst post Christmas purge, but I noticed it this time and plan to bring some sort of order to the kitchen, or wait for my daughters to arrive later this afternoon and give me a hand. I feel like I've just run a mini marathon. I'm also beating myself up for not noticing what I was doing earlier. I hope that one of these days I'll see it before it's there. But I'm not holding my breath.