The car is done and so am I. Note to self: It's better to clean out the car more often than once every 9 years.
I found the registration for every year since 1999 and the insurance cards - 2 a year - for every year since 1999 EXCEPT the most recent one. I found two very good screwdrivers that I really need up here. I found a dozen cassette tapes - one Crosby, Stills and Nash one that will get me past this NPR pledge drive nicely. I could absolutely open up the Archive of Random Google Maps going back to the birth of Google Maps. I found shoes and sweaters and hats and sunglasses. If I were a nice person, I'd return all of the McDonald's bags back to McDonald's. They wouldn't have to buy new for a long time. I found a pack of cigarettes and several flashlights that do not work.
I am beat. There is something down there in the garage/storage area that wreaks havoc with my breathing apparatus. I just can't stay down there very long. But at least in the garage part it's not quite so bad. I had one major coughing/can't breathe fit that I saved with a bottle of water and then I just finished up quickly and got the fuck out of there. But, it is done. Whew.
And I really really really do stink. I am going to take a shower now.