Our little corner is neat and organized, and all of our work is always caught up.
There are those who get to that last itty bitty, almost irrelevant task, get some grief from some iimpertinent little snip who hasn't been there, and then the floodgates open outa nowhere...in the middle of a gummint complex. Thank heavens for the occasional lone, older camper who decides to personally take care of the rest, offers a seat, talks for a few, listens for a few, and assures us that we are doing exactly what we are supposed to do and not to stop doing it.