The garage door was open when Shirley, our mailperson, came by today.  She wanted to know if we were having a garage sale.  “No”, I said, feeling a little embarrassed, that’s stuff I’ve been meaning to put away.  My car has been sitting out on our driveway for the last 3 weeks – make that four.  In its place is a table stacked with “stuff.”  Surrounding it, on the floor, is more of the same.  Shirley said her garage is so full she’s not sure she can fit anything else in it.  T...