Triage

On Saturdays like this one, when I have a lot of time alone at home, I look around my apartment and wonder what I'm going to pitch in five weeks. The answer: most of it. Besides the books, my pictures, my card catalog, and my clothes, there is nothing worth saving--nothing that I can imagine moving to Spain, of course, but, more important, nothing that I can imagine integrating into a home that I build with someone else. These are all artifacts of my Single Life, which is coming to a quick end.