There’s an old saying that work expands to fit available time and I do believe there’s a corollary that applies to junk and clutter, as well. I took a look around El Casa Móvil De Pennington recently and am simply amazed and mortified at how my available space has been consumed with clutter. A lot of it has to do with the rash of deliveries we’ve taken from The Brown Truck O’ Happiness lately (in the form of yet-to-be-discarded boxes), but by no means all. I’ve slowly but steadily expanded my collection of “stuff” since I went off the road… adding a scanner, a printer, a couple of boxes of old photos that I fully intend to scan but haven’t quite got around to (yet… I tell myself), a larger TV, a desktop PC (vs. the old laptop), a larger monitor… and the list goes on. Photographic Evidence:
Compare those shots to my early days in El Casa Móvil De Pennington:
Being overcome with clutter is but one example of how men absolutely require the presence of a woman in their lives, as things tend to get out of hand when we’re left to our own devices. All that said, the routine cleaning… vacuuming, dusting, taking out the trash, doing the dishes and the other mundane daily chores… (mostly) gets done without fail. It’s a merciless purging I’m in need of… which is to say I need a field day* in the worst sort of way.
Soon. But more than likely mañana. It's time for Happy Hour.
* military slang for those days spent entirely on cleaning and policing the area.
Compare those shots to my early days in El Casa Móvil De Pennington:
Being overcome with clutter is but one example of how men absolutely require the presence of a woman in their lives, as things tend to get out of hand when we’re left to our own devices. All that said, the routine cleaning… vacuuming, dusting, taking out the trash, doing the dishes and the other mundane daily chores… (mostly) gets done without fail. It’s a merciless purging I’m in need of… which is to say I need a field day* in the worst sort of way. 
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