I have a problem. With clutter. And paper. And magazines. And books. They pile up. I start to hate them. But I can’t throw them out. Because I never know. When I might need them. Eric told me that I was a slave to my piles of paper and books, and that in throwing some out and organizing them, I would liberate my soul. So last weekend I got serious about cleaning my desk. NOW I can show it to you.