You strumpet!

Putting tools away is a piece of cake when there's plenty of space leftover in the toolbox. Just chuck 'em in there and get on with your day. But stuff likes to expand, so the toolbox tends to be full to overflowing, so the tools don't get put away, and now there are tools all over the house, and now you spend 15 minutes muttering under your breath searching for your hammer. Ain't nobody got time for that. Clearly, you need to clear things out of your toolbox. Clearing things out of your toolbox is easy when there's plenty of time leftover in your day. But commitments like to expand, so the day tends to be full to overflowing, so the toolbox doesn't get cleared, etc. You've got resources like time, money, space, and cognitive load. Stuff likes to expand and use it all up. Things are going to spill over. That's how life works. Things in general tend to be kind of a frustrating mess with not enough room to move around in. And everything's connected!...

Most children hate spicy food. They just don't get it. Why in god's green earth would you hurt your mouth like that?! They chomp on something spicy and they literally cry, they're so upset. So I think part of growing up is learning to appreciate certain types of pain. Pain is an acquired taste. I used to hate painful back massages. Now, a little older and creakier, I just love 'em. What's better than somebody just DIGGING their elbows and knuckles into the knots in my back? It's like Tabasco on breakfast. Being spanked, universally hated by kids, enjoyed by a certain segment of the adult population. Now, if there's more Tabasco than egg, I'm not gonna enjoy that. There's a balance. Let me take care here. I'm NOT saying more pain is always good, or that all pain is good. I'm saying that as a kid I enjoyed no pain whatsoever, but as an adult, I'm learning to enjoy certain types of pain at certain levels. I think this might be true for em...