We have company coming over this weekend. I need to clean up the house. I just read one of the articles linked here, under the heading The Junk Man Knows, and I am suddenly convinced that if we were living in a more confined space I too would soon be one of those people that get injured when one of the piles of collected valuable "stuff" falls over on me :O
"We were there because the prospect of cleaning up the house after Christmas had struck me as unpleasant and oppressive, whereas the prospect of driving out to Burbank and eating a meatball lunch in the Ikea cafeteria had struck me as attractive and spirit-lifting. Best of all, we would not be shirking the work back home; we would be beginning itóor so I persuaded myself."
It's scary to realize that I did exactly that last year after Christmas, except I went to K-Mart and Ace Hardware to get my storage bins where the food isn't known to be that good.
2:44:03 PM 
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