Well, duh!

Turn off your mind, relax and float down stream...

Lay down all thoughts, surrender to the void…

—JOHN LENNON & PAUL McCARTNEY

Doh!

—HOMER SIMPSON

There I was, like most nights, my eyes too tired to read but my brain not too tired to keep me awake.

"Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi! Let's think of stuff! Okay? Hi! Hi! Hi!..." it says.

"Anything in particular?" I ask.

"Nah. Whatever. Hi!"

"Alright alright. Just shut up, okay?"

"Squirrel!"

A while later, amid the jumble of random thoughts, I had a realization. I keep my clothing in two bins under the bed. Every time I want to get something clean to wear I need to drag the bins out, which means moving several other things. The heater, the coin jar, some water jugs. Then I have to put it all back.

Meanwhile, the top compartment of my steel cabinet contains mostly stuff I seldom need access to. Here comes the epiphany. Why don't I put the clothing in the cabinet and the other stuff in the bins under the bed?

The only question was whether the cabinet could hold two bins worth of clothes. I wasn't going to jump up right then to see. I needed my beauty rest.

So, not all that bright and early this morning, I started moving my stuff around. 

Might it work? 

M-m-m-maybe. 

Absolutely!

Pants on the left, shirts on the right, tissues and a few other non-wearable things in the middle

As a bonus, I was able to get rid of three more containers whose purpose was to keep all that nonessential stuff from rattling-sliding-flying around the cabinet.

Can you tell I'd had the yellow one since the '90s?

I feel so smart now. I think I'll reward my brilliance with a nap.