Here we are on vacation. Washing the apartment from top to bottom before we can start painting. At least once we're painting, it'll actually show.
On the good side, while emptying out rooms I've been throwing stuff away. It's positively mind boggling how much junk can accumulate over the years. How the hell does that happen? Why the hell do we keep stuff "in case"?
In case never ever happens ferchrissake!
And I can't help but wonder if those magazine people really exist. You know the ones in Real Simple and all those design mags and who live totally without clutter or junk? Are they real or are they cyborgs?
Are humans hardwired to accumulate clutter? If not damn my genes.
And if we are, it becomes obvious that evolution doesn't always get it right.
And on this philosophical insight, I must get back to my cleaning...