We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
jeez --look how squared-away his shop is --no wonder he can turn from wood to words so deftly --no piles of half-done projects nagging every lookaround, no months-old chips n dips still standing ready, no fluorescent orange "eMerGencY MuSt dO nOw" notes spray-painted all over the walls and ceiling (*sigh*)
You're gonna have to be careful here. You don't want to come home and find your whole extended family arrayed around the pastor waiting for you in the living room.
Try this --make those trips to the landfill. But pack your vehicle 'loose' --lots of empty boxes & such. Pull over out of sight and repack 'dense' --put the stuff in the boxes and whatnot.
When you get home the reduced volume will be highly visible (the carry-back of course will be problematical but can be covered by hems and haws and a little lite groveling["Yes i'm way too sentimental, i admit it"] plus many enthusiastic references to that reduced volume).
With any luck, you'll get this afterglow of appreciation which may last up to through the next weekend or two.
During it, THAT's when to get started on the new shed!