Weekend Update (Sunday Edition): The Lump Under the Carpet
If you had any idea how much stuff had to be moved to make it possible to put that lamp in the corner behind my desk, you would say, “RJ! You have too much junk!”
You’re probably saying it anyway.
I don’t know how I came into possession of the stegosaurus jigsaw puzzle. I mean, why; I’m sure that I bought it. When Ari Newell visited, a while back, I thought it might amuse him (“This is your idea of a puzzle, mon ami?” the young man, then aged four, would have quizzed), but I couldn’t find it. It was out in plain sight, but I couldn’t see it because I have too much junk.
I can’t let it go.