Order breeds contentment and yet my default has always been disorder.
At certain times in my life, circumstances have led me to a life without clutter. Rarely lasts long, and it is always driven by some other person, most usually a wife going through the sad steps of understanding that my cheerful cooperation with the latest Neatness Rules ought not be confused with my ability or indeed, intention, to reform my pack rat ways. OCD is a thing now but I have seen it first hand since the 1950s in members of my own family. My Dad always checked our stove many times before he ever left the house.
My own neuroses have existed and grown or tempered themselves since I was a young boy. Today I no longer fight them and my life runs much smoother.
Withe the preceding as preamble to this blog entry, I hereby say welcome to Summer2016!
Surf's up!
Hang ten!
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