I also spent 20 minutes reorganizing my pantry shelf so all of the legumes would be next to each other. Every now and then I get fixated on something like that, but luckily it’s pretty mild.
And the pantry shelf itself is me copying the one Jay, a friend of my family, has, since he has all sorts of jars on shelves full of things, and I really liked that for some reason. Mine’s nowhere near as big, but I liked the idea of being able to see how much of a particular thing I have at any given time, and it looks pretty.
And I was just cleaning out Mari’s litter box and remembering how I’ve heard some people who get so grossed out by dealing with their pets’ poop that they refuse to do it.
My take on it is that if you’re not willing to deal with their shit, don’t make the commitment.
And then I realized this is probably good advice for life in general.