One weekend, my husband put together some shelves for the boxes, and pulled them over to one side of the basement, to make room for my son's desk and computer.
Days later, as I'm blogging, he drags the shelves and boxes back to the other end of the basement.
I say to him, "Have you been smoking crack again, dear?"
He explains that he's now trying to clear the area around the bed, as his mom will be coming for the Christmas holiday.
We still have trains to move, and maybe someday I can get into our crawl space again.