The game of Memory

Moving and the subsequent living out of boxes reminds me of the game Memory. I will run down stairs to the basement to find some item, perhaps a towel, or a tool, open a half dozen boxes and finally find what I need. Then I come back down and try to find something I saw in one of the aforementioned previously opened boxes, trying to remember which one. Now think of doing this roughly twice an hour for 6-8 hours per day and you have a good picture of my current lifestyle.

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