I like a clean environment. That is, one without dust, dirt, and whatever disease-causing fomites we can rid of without being overly compulsive.  This should not be confused with an organized environment. Believe me, I vacuum my living space regularly and keep hospital articles far away from my bed as possible. But I still struggle to keep myself organized. I tend to keep things I may not necessarily need, and objects pile up everywhere I go. I have been trying to purge with little success. Today is an example of what can happen if you don’t.

I have a shoddy bookshelf that I keep many things on–books, papers, trinkets.  I had a bookshelf. I’d say a third of its objects were important, like bills, receipts, and keys.  I have 2 boxes of books conveniently supporting the bookshelf on both sides.  Why that is, I don’t know. Perhaps that’s all $20 will buy these days. I was digging around in the boxes when I heard a crack. The next thing a pile of rubbish was all that was left.

pile of rubbish

Ironically, my little fuzzy blue e. coli remained unscathed on the top. Bacteria always win.  The mess took me about 3 hours to clean up, most of which involved rearranging garbage to other parts of my apartment.  Somehow in the process I moved my keyboard into the space to fill the void.

the aftermath

Great, I just rearranged a pile of garbage into less noticeable corners of my living room, while replacing the space with furniture.  I guess no matter how hard I try, I will always be a pack rat.

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