Order

Yesterday I wrote about how little things can add up to something big.  Watching and waiting for my coffee to slowly brew, about a teaspoon (if that much) at a time, I had a hard time seeing any progress.  But of course, I had my coffee in a few minutes.  There is another thing that I've noticed.  It doesn't take much to disrupt my functioning.  A little bit of disorder or clutter, and I am forgetful and disorganized.  I enjoy seeing clean surfaces, not barren or sparse, but certainly not covered with things.  When I look at clutter, it makes me feel uncomfortable.  Maybe that's why I started escaping into a fantasy world as a child.  It was a soothing place. 

Well, I can't believe it, but it's time for me to sign off.  This morning has flown by.

Order is never observed; it is disorder that attracts attention because it is awkward and intrusive.  Eliphas Levi