The boxes are still here.
I went into the box room the other day and found a computer monitor which was overlooked when I took five computers, four printers, two monitors and a crate of peripherals to the tip. It wasn't a small one either; the box is a fifty centimetre sided cube. I wonder how I missed it - then I reconsider just how much material has been gathered here and despair. It's been rainy so I haven't been in the shed. (It was a bit sunny, but I used that to mow the lawn.)
Generally I have been coasting along on the happiness achieved by lowered expectations; barring crisortunities I can do this for years. One day, soon, I hope, I will do something remarkable. On that day, or shortly after, I will remark upon it here. I'm not holding my breath however, for that way lies disappointment and fainting. If your lungs can't exchange anticipatrons for carbon dioxide I suggest you also keep your diaphragm undulating.
(I have used 'I' too much for my liking, but writing them out would take too long and it would probably never get posted.)