The NHL playoffs kicked off last night and you know what? I didn't watch a second of it. As a hockey fan, I'm not proud of that fact.
What's even more disturbing is what I was doing instead.
Cleaning out my closet.
I set May 1 as the transition date to put my winter clothing into storage and break out the t-shirts and shorts. It ended up being more of a swap and purge, but after a couple hours I stood outside my closet and marveled at the cleanliness and organization of my clothes.
As I took in the glorious color-coordination and precise folding it hit me, I may be slightly OCD. I wanted to do something.
Unfold some clothes.
Throw some dirty socks on the floor.
But I couldn't.