For weeks, I worked on filling the largest POD available with my Stuff. (See George Carlin on Stuff.) Then I moved and waited five days for the POD filled with my Stuff. Then I spent two days practically killing myself getting the Stuff out of the POD. And now I must spend the next couple of weeks sorting and cleaning the Stuff from the POD.
This has led me to see the POD as a metaphor. Continue reading