is not just the book by Jared Diamond. I now have a bruise on my left arm to match the one on my left shin.
There I was, minding my own business or better yet attempting to clean up the disaster dump that passes for a bedroom on those days when I can actually find some place to sleep.
One way to clean up is to relocate to another area of the house. Right? Not being any dummy, I planned on relocating a significant portion of the flotsam on the floor to the appropriate shelve, container or cupboard of choice. Given basic similarities of substance or perhaps states of attraction I had planned on placing yarn with yarn, scarves with scarves, clothing on shelves or laundry baskets and my trip folios on the shelf in the living room where I have been unceremoniously tucking them away since my cruise jaunting started.
Happily placing the latest notebooks, I was horrified to hear CLUNK and looked in to see this –
a lot of unhappiness later including rescuing a file container from the garage and a large number of deep breaths
As a reward and all else fail I will console myself with chocolate.