Canceling and rescheduling is so commonplace. We're used to it, we all basically have a gentlewoman's agreement that releases us from feeling any guilt when we do, and we never call each other out on it, not really.

Increasingly, what I'm coming to believe it means is that what I really want is to find a more permanent resting place for my stuff, all of the bits and bobs I've collected, and that no amount of Marie Kondo-ing will convince me to give up.