So I seriously started working on my kitchen table. As in cleaning the years of junk mail and other assorted detritus. DVDs, board games, small battery driven candles, bits and bobs and most of all physical junk mail all made it to this central horizontal surface in my house where I was presumably going to sort it later.
Later came and went.
And then there wasn’t a place to have dinner.
Also kind of a strange place to “park” $30 in gift cards.