I Reorganized the Junk Drawer

It had reached the point where opening the drawer required a small ritual of jiggling and apologizing. So on Saturday, after a measured breakfast, I decided the second drawer down would finally be dealt with.

I emptied everything onto the counter. There were, by my count, fourteen twist ties, three unfamiliar keys, a warranty for something I no longer own, and a battery of indeterminate charge. Standard.

The new system is simple. Batteries live at the front, sorted by size and quietly by optimism. Twist ties go to the back. The mystery keys now have a dedicated dish, where they will wait, with dignity, to be identified.

The drawer opens fully now. It is a small thing. But I opened and closed it four times, just to be sure, and each time it was still true.