
I know, because now I am having to go as far as the closet, where I picked up two cardboard boxes of papers and put them on my desk this morning.
Putting important papers in a box and then not dealing with them for a couple of years is one way to guarantee you can recycle a lot of them with a clear conscience--whatever you should have done about them at the time, it's too late now.
Also, organizing makes a lot of things that have been nagging at the back of my conscience seem much more resolvable now. I should have been updating the League of Women Voters Website, for instance (or better yet finding someone else to update it) but at least I have the papers that will make it possible to access the website gathered in one, known, place now, so fixing the situation is possible. I should have been a better secretary for Mossy Creek Network, but at least I have all those papers gathered in one, known, place now, so fixing the situation is possible. I should write some of my friends, but now I have their most recent letters reasonably easily available, so fixing the situation is easier.
The more I do this organizing thing, the harder it seems to be to stop. I worked for over an hour today and had to talk myself out of continuing several times when lunchtime came around. This seems weird, and hopefully I'm not going to turn into some obsessive-compulsive organizing type person in the long term, though given my past history this is realistically fairly unlikely.
Bonus Canoe
This morning I realized I want to tweak my boat design some more. Not the end of the world; now that I know the easiest way(s) to get tables of offsets out of Bearboat, the next set should be easier, and logically it makes sense to make the design as good as I can manage before going to the months' worth of trouble to build it.