Anyway, little by little, I was able to toss several things into the recycling bin, and revive several things I haven't seen since (literally) second grade. I also learned it's best to Use stuff when the thought arises. Stationary is not meant to be saved in a box. That teddy bear stationary from 6th grade that I thought was too precious to use up at the time? It now feels slightly on the creepy side. So, by going through the box, I reacquainted myself with what I can share. Lovely.
As I organized the box, my (newish) dog was at my side, offering his input with gentle nudges, but mostly just snoozes. A Blue Merle CD was playing, and I had had a bizarre enough day with plenty of pondering fodder. Such peace.