It must run in the inherited genes.
My father's table was piled high with tools, bills, slips of paper, pencils, pills, coupons and grocery flyers. And this morning I looked and saw the same things on mine. I am not pleased.
So, I will be working most of the day on clearing the table, because, touching each thing means taking it to "the place it belongs" and that takes TIME.
Yesterday I had to shove things around before I could set my hot bowl of soup down so I could eat supper. Leftover soup. The very last of it. Which means, I need to think about what I have in the pantry and freezer that can become this week's soup.
The first of the three amaryllis looks to be opening. The flower color seems to be a very dark, dark red or cranberry. Exciting. My paperwhites are flowering. The scent must to bothering Riley as the glass container is right next to his bed. I should move them.