Sometimes the people around me are morons, and sometimes it's just me...
I allocated a few hours to spend in my man cave sorting things I no longer need/want/use to get ready for a yard/garage/tag sale next month.
The last thing I was going to do was put a second coat of boiled linseed oil on three tomahawk handles and a hatchet haft and put some leather conditioner on a tomahawk belt frog I made.
Guess what I did first, without even thinking?
Yep, donned the gloves, grabbed a clean rag, and went to town with the linseed oil...
As I laid them out on my work table to dry, it dawned on me that I was supposed to do that last. Now I didn't have a place to put boxes and totes on to go through.
Ended up rolling a chair in and sorted a few boxes and totes on the floor. Now my back is sore and stiff.
Was only able to get through a couple boxes and one tote, but I have a hopefully profitable pile of goodies to get rid of.
I also have a pretty full garbage can of junk I had no reason to hold to. Heck, most of it I thought I already HAD gotten rid of...
Also never got to finishing my belt frog either.
While my time was productive, it wasn't as productive as I had hoped.
Of course, the dear wife came down to check on me and calmly said "It looks like a bigger mess than when you started..."
She wasn't wrong, but sometimes you gotta make a mess to clear out a mess...