There are two kinds of people in the world—those who divide everything in the world into two kinds of things and those who don’t.
My desk is a mess again. Papers and books are strewn about, and the piles grow daily. The clutter is getting to me, and, frankly, it’s hard to think in an organized way with so much disorganization about. I know that sooner or later I will get to the task of putting books back on the shelf and filing papers, but it’s an expense of effort and time I find too easy to put off.
And so it goes. My desk, the yard, my own body all demand effort and energy from me if they are not to fall into disrepair. At times it seems as if life amounts to nothing more than maintenance against ...