I'm going to end up buying 3 or 4 more of these.
I am:
1. A person of many different interests, most of which involve the manipulation of material using tools that fit in the human hand.
2. A person that struggles with a compulsive determination to be prepared to meaningfully engage in any or all of these interests with little to no warning and at any given time.
3. Pathologically disorganized.
When combined, these three characteristics alone mean that I live in a state of chronic low grade panic caused by the perpetual anticipation of multiple rapidly approaching, inevitable and mutually reenforcing catastrophes due to the firm conviction that I have misplaced some essential mundanity, the absence of which will mean certain doom to myself and my loved ones.
Well, a week after it arrived, a single instance of this bag has fixed that.
Lately I have been staying with a family member and helping them cope with some health issues. We're way out in the country, far away from my urban nest. Even with all of the chaotic to and fro that this sort of thing entails, not once have I misplaced my keys, or my wallet, or my flashlight, or my other flashlight, or my multitool, or my little pocket knife (I know), or my little fine diamond plate (yes, I know), or my phone and accompanying infrastructure, or my little vial of sentimental lake water, or my pencil and its sharpener and notebook and eraser, or their keys, or their wallet, or their flashlight, etc etc etc and so on and so on and so on.
To the extent that I understand it,…