I'm on a bit of a spring break and decided some weeks ago I'd use the time to a) clear out the shed so I can b) move stuff out of the utility room to make space for c) the overflow from the upstairs closet.
I've already made some progress this weekend but its a strange thing. Where does all this stuff come from? Lori and I are not profligate shoppers nor hoarders. Somehow stuff just finds its way in.
I'm starting to believe that at night, after we are asleep, our stuff comes to life and has raucous bacchanalian orgies. Old paper files getting drunk and copulating with a box of VHS tapes then some weeks later is birthed a box of miscellaneous, partially used, office supplies.
I can think of no other way this is happening.