For once, I managed to take a Before picture to contrast with the After.
I had the itch to organize this afternoon, but couldn’t decide on a direction, so I gave Aaron a few options of things I’d been thinking of tackling. Of the tasks I listed, he chose the workbench in the garage.
Instead of my usual triage method — group like objects together, throw away the garbage, and collect the stuff I’ll need to put someplace else later — I worked from one end of the bench to the other, putting each item where it belonged as I came to it.
It took a couple of hours and multiple listens of the entirety of Wish (The Cure, 1992), but it got done, and done right.