Aligning the ducks

A half-hour after I wrote this

The mess stands before me, challenging me: “Here are the ducks, dare you line them in rows?” I acknowledge the piles of books and records and CDs and loose papers, and I turn back to working and playing amid the chaos.

I bought a record over the weekend but haven’t played it yet. The books I brought back from New Jersey, the crosswords that accumulated while I was gone, and some paid but unfiled bills are on the turntable.

So move them, Warren. And perhaps...