It started innocently enough. I had been sitting at the sewing machine making strip sets from scraps. It was taking a long time to find comparably sized strips to match up. So I thought, wouldn't it be better to just grab the tub-o-scraps and sit in front of the TV matching them up for a while? Two hours later the strips had all been sorted by size and filed compulsively away. I think about all the truly productive things I could have done with that time. Tests to be graded, lab reports corrected, laundry folded. But no, instead I have obsessively organized 1.5 inch strips in blue and white. One small corner of my life is somewhat lower in entropy, at least
for now.
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