Don’t hate me because I’m organized – as with most things, that’s only half the picture. We all have strengths, and I happen to have the superpower to sort, purge, alphabetize, chronologize, and index with my eyes closed. With one hand tied behind my back. In my sleep. OK, I’m not that good, but you get the picture. The sorting/de-cluttering bug bit me tonight, so on went the music and junk drawers or bust, I was spending the evening sorting through pens, rubber bands, calculators, papers, and a plethora of accumulated this-and-thats. Barry White, Van Morrison, and Fleetwood Mac blared.