Oprah and I

So I watched Oprah this morning.

Little voice inside my head: "You don't have to post it. Just hit delete. No one will know!"

The show was about being organized and clutter free. Two things I find very important. Not because I want to, my brain requires those two qualities of me at all times. So I am a sucker for any show that promises to clean up that dirty, dirty home.

I feel better when I see the transformation. I feel happy for the family whose home has been reclaimed. And I secretly wonder what their house looks like today, months after the miracle. Has it remained immaculate? Perhaps they have made more improvements. What an exciting thought.

Probably not surprising: I keep my place very organized. Not so clean, but very organized. I've noticed recently that the place looks almost exactly the same with or with out guests over.

Television programs of this nature make me anxious. I need to see the end. I need to see the resolution. It's not enough to have my place just right. I've found myself organizing my parents refrigerator, their cabinets, and grimacing at the table full of papers and mail. Shows like this scratch an itch. With that said, I was very late for work.

Oprah starts at 9am and so do I.

As long as I get my fix.