I can remeber the thing to freak out over for H was picking stuff up. You know, the clutter around that just sort of spawns itself. He would say things like, "why can't the junk mail be thrown away instead of just sitting here?"
Gee H I don't know, but it is not any more difficult for you to throw away as it is for me.
And now that I am reflecting on this I'm wondering what he would say are MY Freaking out issues???? hummm how does that play into this?
