I had been thinking about Kipling's story for three days, and that line "Then I will mourn, and afterwards take an inventory of the furniture in this house." It was only yesterday when I realized that exactly a year ago I liquidated the cellar at Alto. Back then, and I guess it wasn't so long ago, I took an inventory and moved it off piecemeal.
I guess you don't know how things will come at you until they do. I hope you never have to find out how bitter it does taste to take a razor blade to your own canvas.