Eight business suits is too many. Finding long-forgotten funeral cards in two of them is depressing. So is the wedding program for people I didn't even like. Triage is underway.
Further, I'll probably never get around to glung the sole back on the two-tone Sperry Topsiders. Out.
The Pendleton shirt needs dry cleaning.
Essentially, all this constitutes a recommendation against tidying up closets unless you're already grumpy. Why waste a good mood?