OK, I am sitting in a chair doing beadwork. I look for the scissors. I uncover stuff that is three years old that I put in a Safe Place for later. Then I find the piece of paper with my TSP PIN on it that they sent me because I forgot it, and then I lost the paper. I put it in a safe place and look for...what was it? Oh, scissors. I go through the pile of detritus on the desk.
AH! Victory!
There are the scissors, right where I left them!
Where's my beadwork?
Actually, it has gotten to the point that there is nowhere to do anything, because everywhere has gotten all clogged up with stuff.
Killdeer ~Good Lord protect me from Safe Places!