Praise then darkness, and creation unfinished

My boss just called and asked if I remembered anything about MOPAS coding. I didn't, but I vaguely remembered running across a piece of paper with some information on it, and told her I'd try to find it again. A moment's thought, and I'd put my hand on an unlabeled blue binder, something I'd had no reason to look at for years.

Problem solved, but the solution to one problem is the sign of another:

I spent part of yesterday with a friend who's trying to figure out how to tidy her apartment, which is largely a matter of figuring out what to keep, what to throw away, and what to try to sell or give away.

My own apartment is also cluttered--not as badly, but I haven't lived there as long as she's lived in hers.

The problem is, you never know what you'll want later. There seems to be no useless information, which delights me--but there doesn't seem to be any limit on how much information I can have, or how much I can get by asking the right friend, or idly mentioning something over dinner. Physical objects, annoyingly, have to be *somewhere* if they exist at all, making choices necessary. Sooner or later, I need to look in those boxes, and figure out which ones I need, and which ones are justified only because the cat likes to sleep on them.