…there’s no place like home.
Wife has an interesting cleaning method. She moves stuff from one room to another.
Normally this results in one area of the house looking nice and the rest of the house piled up with stuff. The “clean” and “messy” areas rotate around the house in a kind of Brownian motion. Not any more. Since I’ve been out of town so much in the last ten months (and not around to defend my territory) my office has become the permanent dumping ground. Last time I was home I had to climb over a wall of boxes to get to my desk.
On the other hand, I now have a wall of boxes to hide behind.
