But, it was the middle of the night. And Eleni woke up again... and again... and again, for good (or at least the morning) at 4:47. The man looked surprised when he got downstairs at 6:20 and found us watching Sex & the City reruns.
Any rate. Here is a picture of the single most dangerous drawer in my house instead of a poetic, moving, coherent post.
Contrary to what you may think, it is organized. It's in my sewing desk, and the danger factor comes in when you calculate how many scissors, seam rippers, rotary cutter blades, and pointy things in general are in there and multiply it by my propensity to rummage through wildly, looking for scissors, seam rippers, rotary cutter blades, and pointy things in general.