It’s hard to get the home improvement projects done when the piles of life refuse are sitting in stacks and piles in front of the areas you need to reconstruct. I am an unofficial charter member of the Never Throw Anything Away Because You Might Need It Later Society. People in the NTAABYMNILS have an issue with actually putting things into refuse bins for fear that the fickle finger of fate will suddenly blast from the ionosphere and zero in on one’s nose to point out, in case anyone had missed it, that it is a flagrant disregard of the potential facts to do such a thing, because…that is just the time when whatever you casually tossed away will be Just The Thing that will complete some deficient thing or situation, making your life move forward as it was meant to do instead of encouraging either entropy or pushing your luck. So…I got piles and stacks. This is not an episode on Dr. Phil wherein we see the OCD-appelated, pathetic individual cowering pathetically in the corner of a seat while being castigated by a self-righteous, semi-corpulent, balding man who seems to think he knows stuff, more stuff than you at least. I am not OCD, just prudent. Some of these things in the stacks and piles have actually cured a rainy day or two. So there.