The Purge

I speak not of any elimination diet or any weirdness like that. I speak of the ghost of Lavrentiy Beria, Stalin's dreaded head of the Secret Police who knew a thing or two about purges (until the sad day...well sad for him...when he got purged). For the ghost of Beria is doing its thing right here in the Tower! It has taken over Wife!

I blame my in-laws. They have been on a semi-spiritual quest to get the clutter out of their lives for years now. They read books about decluttering. They get together and help each other to declutter. They put up blog post congratulating themselves on decluttering.

Wife does none of this...no books...no pep talks...no mutual support activity. She just ruthlessly and efficiently goes through rooms eliminating whole closets, drawers, file cabinets as if they were nothing more than inconvenient political opponents leaving to me the gruesome work of hauling out the purged to the trash bins.

I'm pretty sure because of the blood connection all that semi-spiritual work done by her relatives had the unforeseen consequence of awakening this ghost of Beria within her. One can only hope the spouses aren't on the list of things that are deemed 'no longer necessary'.