On a rainy morning, my thoughts naturally turn to cleaning and tidying. Not that I’m actually doing any of that today, but I am thinking about how comforting it would be to purge a file cabinet drawer, to empty a closet, to fill a bag with old clothes stored in the basement and drive them to Goodwill.

I missed the Marie Kondo craze with its sparking of joy. Now I must go it alone, with only my own inclinations to guide me. And my own inclinations are to keep that letter, that sweater, and of course, that book.

But on rainy days, there’s at least some hope of change, some inward focus that says … get thee to the basement to sort and toss.