It creeps up on you. My father in the later years of his life when he was still living alone saved everything. The spare bedroom was packed with empty oatmeal boxes (neatly stacked with lids), empty milk jugs (rinsed and neatly stacked), empty cereal boxes with the lids neatly closed and stacked, piles of newspapers all neatly bundled and tied with string. When he passed on, my brother and I decided a rolloff box was the answer. Fourteen rolloff boxes later we were done.
