Monday

My office is a pit, and it's only Monday.

I have this theory. I think that it applies to the office and the home. You get stuff. In the mail. From church. The office. Extra copies of this or that. Something from a family member. Stuff. Lots of time, make that all the time, you don't know whether you should put the stuff in a drawer, a box or just on the pile of stuff you got earlier. For me, it goes on the pile of stuff I got earlier.

I have piles at the office that are almost dated. They get higher than 6-8 inches and I have to start another pile. I count four active piles in my office right now. That doesn't count a couple of old piles that have ceased to be relevant.

At my house, I have the counter pile. (Actually, it is the pile that is on the counter. A counter pile sounds like the result of a football play.) This too is an active pile. Since I have moved 2 or 3 times in the last few years, my home pile has been reconstituted with each move. Some of the old piles are in my second bedroom and I really don't want to go through them. At the time of a move, I usually just put the pile on the counter into a plastic bag and put it in a place at my new residence with other stuff with which I didn't know what to do.

I think that a pile has a half life equal to about a year. After that year, you can get rid of half of it and you probably won't miss it. That rule probably applies to both the office and the home.

2 and 3 are headed over to my place in a while for a little FFF. 3 is off to IC tomorrow.

Be careful out there.