It has been a peaceful, restful restorative day: food already prepared, friend visiting from out-of-town, good weather, long walk in the Open Space (encountering other folks' dogs), reading, napping, talking.

Purim is over, and now I must begin thinking about Pesach.  
Do I donate all my packaged chometz?
Do I simply tape the pantry closed altogether, and "sell" it for the duration of the holiday?
And how do I deal with the real chometz:  the chaotic piles of papers on my desk in the study?
And what about the less visible, emotional internal chometz, the kind I've been dealing with one way or another for decades?

What would my beloved, z'l, tell me this year?