Others have completed the lion’s share of the work – in fair exchange for a lion’s share of the profits – on cleaning out the Milton house, but my truck and I were recruited for a couple of transfer station runs, the last of which was yesterday.
Fortunately, a clever gentleman managed to load everything on to the truck, and they took pity on me at the transfer station, allowing everything to either be dumped or recycled.
I’m just glad it’s done.