Even during the winter, I bring my bike into my apartment. To avoid getting the Schmutz all over the floor, I put newspapers underneath my bike, after folding it up outside of my room and schlepping it in.
But, I also have a bad habit of not putting my clothes in the hamper after I am done with them. Given that I sometimes read newspapers at night and then discard them on the floor, this happens:
Thankfully, my room is small enough that fifteen minutes later, we have this:
The clothes went into the hampers that are not visible, and the newspapers are in a bin that is hidden in the one-o’clock position on this photo.
Reminds me of one time where I totally trashed Casey and Molly’s room back in Fort Dodge. I don’t remember if it was out of spite or just pure juvenile mischief…
Today is the four-hundred and sixteenth day of Mission 441. Twenty-five days remain.