Flutterings

Yeah, I've been picking at Erac's workbench up in my soldering lair, in between laying down chips. I've gotten all of the dirt swept up, and the parts organized, now where to actually store the shit. I know that when he discovers I've been messing in his lair, I will catch hell. Not sure why it bothers me so much, but I hate looking at messes...he, in turn, claims he can find his shit better if it is higgldy-piggldy. They say creative minds and organization are at odds...so I guess I'm just the organized, plain jane grunt. ;-( As you say, he who schleps also serves, or somthing like to that effect!
Hugs,
Saz