There has been a huge suitcase on the floor next to the bed since the day we moved here. I’ve been using it as a nightstand. I had one of my (pointless) alarm clocks on it and several articles of clothing have been tossed there. I had been growing increasingly upset with Sylvia for not unpacking it. There must be tons of clothes in it, I thought. It looked so messy, too, sitting there making the room look more like a hotel room than a bedroom. It was driving my crazy. Before we left for Orlando I finally snapped. “When are you going to unpack that thing, anyway?” Sylvia snapped back, “When are you going to unpack it?! It’s all your stuff!”
Now it is a little like Christmas here. I got six or seven new pairs of my favorite shorts, two dozen t-shirts, and several pairs of dress khakis. No wonder it seemed like I never had any clothes for work!