After some reflection I’ve concluded that a goodly portion of my life has been consumed with picking up stuff. If you tally time spent on things like cleaning up behind untidy children, picking up clutter following visits from kinfolk, taking out the trash, picking butterbeans out of Daddy’s garden, cotton out of his field and hay out of his pastures, cleaning up a yard full of shredded paper after the dogs got in an untended trash can and other such incidents it accounts for a lot of time and I’m sure you get the idea. Those chores have utterly obliterated roughly half my lifespan.